Wrong Step

Can we still do this?

Passion is now amiss 

It is no longer the way it use to be

But then it started well

Because love is blind

We could not see

See our true self

Is that how love is?

It makes the truth hidden

I dream dreams and now I want to say that it cannot be realized

I am back to where we use to be

And I see not what was so wonderful about here

Was there a time I was here?

All of a sudden I am so tall

That I no longer have any memory of those days

I hold no grudge about anything done against me

Now, I have a clear mind

Likewise a clear sight of what’s up

Were we meant to be?

Were we so selfish?

I guess so

Thank Goodness

Often times in one’s life

He stands before a closed door

Starring and wishing selfishly

For the continuation of a finished journey

Neglecting the change that is ever present in our life

That, he has failed to grasp

The next chapter has failed to interest him

Even when the trumpet of a very new beginning

Sounds from another open door

Often times it ends with pleasure or with a sting

It only signifies the beginning of the very next step

The very first of another story of one’s life

Journey into one’s life might drain his strength

It surely compensates you with enough wisdom

Only if you had been attentive

Because to go back to some unfinished business

Will only cost you where you would have been

Though you can never say, why it is the way it is

For him that makes it to his end; the way he should

Thank goodness