i understand your anger – your frustration,
those punctuations of satires
did i make a fool of myself?
this feeling of regret..
had i done the things i told i’d do?
had i not done things,i vowed not to?
so many people to judge me,
those eyes that want to see me turn into a genie
those voices that try to guide me,
to their past – a part of their time
that they wish they’d never missed..
can’t run away
from these chains of attachment,
a desire for freedom, i have..
i stay for the taste of a bit of love –
the potion for my aching heart,
a rest for my wandering mind…