Walking down the same old road
Humming an old melody
Everything was mundane, routine
The same pathways, the same galleries
And yet, it seemed so fresh, so new
A daisy blooming amidst the residue
A sculptor carving out novel art
Just another morning but still a bracing start
I wondered why I smiled so much
Why a breeze orchestrated to me
Why a falling flower painted a picture
Why each sorrow seemed now, a parody
I gazed at the figure walking beside me
His footsteps one with mine
Why did I believe his every breath?
Why did I ‘believe’ when he said it would be fine?
He changed my life forever
He set my inhibitions free
I hummed, I sang, I felt, I sighed
A taste of pride and ecstasy…
Humming an old melody
Everything was mundane, routine
The same pathways, the same galleries
And yet, it seemed so fresh, so new
A daisy blooming amidst the residue
A sculptor carving out novel art
Just another morning but still a bracing start
I wondered why I smiled so much
Why a breeze orchestrated to me
Why a falling flower painted a picture
Why each sorrow seemed now, a parody
I gazed at the figure walking beside me
His footsteps one with mine
Why did I believe his every breath?
Why did I ‘believe’ when he said it would be fine?
He changed my life forever
He set my inhibitions free
I hummed, I sang, I felt, I sighed
A taste of pride and ecstasy…
1 comment:
Nice, I can relate to this ecstasy. But, I still wonder the sorrowness that comes with these each heartbreak, what balances it, how is the equilibrium maintained. In the shorter term, the more happy I was with being in that ecstatasy the more sad i feel when i come outside of it. But what happens to the relationship that never ends, the joy people enjoy their whole life, what does it get balanced against? I don't know, I hope I find this answer one day.
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