And so i begin this journey, not sure where i head
As they say, it all begins with a single step
Shy to take this step, even though it's a must
But I walk alone, with no one I can trust
And so I decide to go full throttle on it
But my legs are stuck on the pad labelled brake
My eyes gazed down, not on earth but its inhabitants
My ears listened, not to the music but to the lyrics
My nostril thought it breathed in air, but the air is possessed
Oh! my mouth, would never cease to open in awe
All these are happening but yet I haven't moved an inch
And a stone is right in front of me, staring
Till someone kicks it, Yes, it moved
It has more courage than me, it surged forward
Am I held back by my past?
Am I running away from my future?
My position punishes me, it makes me weep
It gets so bad and a good sleep is even a rare gift
But then just in the point of total armageddon
In the millisecond, of probably wishing to be a stone
She comes by and waits close to me
Who she waits for? I have no clue, not like it's my business
She doesn't exist, am not alive, pure pretence.........
My eyeball stretches his hands to grab her eyes
But it seems hers has already come halfway
We talk and talk, how it started? I will tell you
Only if you can explain why the sea is blue
We spoke of things, things and things
More like past, future and present flings
Emotions paints her eyes red
To her eyes, the ocean drops of water, it spares
My rhythmic thinker beats fast and slowly simultaneously
As the muscle of my arm lifts itself towards her
As it acts as a wiper, she holds them firmly
She looks at me, gives this smile that makes me think
A thousand thoughts, a million future plans
Our speech vessels become magnetic poles
Obviously she's the positive,and i,undoubtably, the negative
They eventually attract, repel, attract and repel
And thus her head rests its thoughts on my shoulder
Suddenly i became Dante and she, Beatrice
Approximately 2 hours 3 minutes,
Timetaken, time well spent
Her legs itch, it wants to move
My legs respond, it starts a twitchy groove
Finally i leave that spot, that bull's eye
The worst place to stand, it's indeed a ghost zone
But then again, if i moved, I wouldn't have seen her
Her voice, i wouldn't hear
Her body of gracious elegance, i wouldn't hold
The right time came and i moved, further than the stone
I write this after 20 years where I become a father
And that lovely lady, the mother to my prince and princess
Right now, I stare at the moving vehicles and speak inside
What a life i have been given
Everyone has everything but not that thing
I have that thing but not everything
The pen, now I must drop
For my daughter needs assistance with her homework.
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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