My Meaning Of Life Exists No Longer
Do my ears lie to their owner?
Is the unthinkable task
that has been yelled... true?
Will my life be lived as a loner?
It seems as long as a past life or two.
From the truthful lips of a noble man,
my ears receive such things I wish were lies.
More like a sunset than a sunrise.
Such wrong things cannot be true
in any world- including mine.
Where is your beautiful self
that never ceased to make me drown?
I come up for air and as soon as I return,
your beautiful self is not found!
Just one minute creates a river
I wish you would find.
For if you follow it, you would find
I am the waterfall that gives birth to it.
The river is for you to swim back to me.
But seeking seems mandatory.
Our stint was like a rose without its food.
I was so ecstatic each time
my eyes were magnetized by your beauty.
As if an unknown poisonous gas
was let out, just for me and you.
You remain the lone flower
in a field of weeds.
The lonely flower
I wish would breed.
But this flower, for a reason not known to me,
has changed its course in love.
From the heavens above?
To the lonely white dove
that is you as well?
Or from an evil witches spell?
My meaning of life exists no longer.
The only possible direction I could go...
is the opposite of stronger.
