The picture with a crack is set back in the rack
The closet is full of memories that are tainted and black
Ghosts of the past seem to last with their wings stretched, screaming, hovering over the ole shack
The spring was beautiful, warm and crisp, winter brought the chill, thus died the lark
It’s been a tiring walk along the road that runs long and far
O the road was a wrong route after all
The thing called realization strikes when the you reach the mid and there is no turning back, with no looking ahead, for the point of existence has turned sour
This is the last step, from here on the road is new and yes it glows
Liberated it feels, to have gotten off the beaten trail, the sin is not mine and the curse is all yours
I walk along thorns, for there are sunflowers awaiting, somewhere close
It’s finally the time to ring the funeral bells and offer my last respects to the dead
I thought I would read you the eulogy, I saved it so well that I lost it completely
So here I stand with just myself, to hand you out the last bit of my savings, take it down safely
I wasn’t this crude, but I got on the side of the world that was rude.
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its pointless dwelling in past.. its waste of the present.. how long one can stay stuck in something that was.. be it good or bad.. the way it was.. really waste of time judging the yesterdays.. as they say.. let bygones be.. lets not slip away what we have now.. else again tomorrow we'll look at the already passed today and again we'll get lost in yesterday.. :S
alrt i'll get a shot of vodka for myself :P
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