He did not want to go, to them;
He never expected them to return;
And in return; he decided to stay;
to stay away from them,
to leave it all behind ;
to Them.
No-one asked him, "when would you go back, to Them???" ;
No-one expected him to come back, either.
Yet he was staying, where he wanted,
right on the wrong of their opinion.
He was leaving a tradition, of staying in a claustrophobic sky.
A sky filled with people like him,
trying very hard to swim across The Ocean.
Trying equally hard to avoid each other;
While wishing that, others,
whom they avoided would never come back;
And wearing a facade of loving them, caring for them, respecting them;
Back-stabbing them the whole time.
A sky working on ticktock,
A sky valued by plastics,
A sky run by smoke,
A sky worn out by building too much on it,
A sky filled with infinite stars, real and unreal;
A sky he remembers through memories,
of her, of him;
A sky which he loves yet loathes the idea of loving it.
A sky he never wanted to be a part of, after meeting them
He will never go, there lies a trap; he believes;
So, he came back, from where others went away;
And chose, what others left behind, asking for what he left.
But irony of him and Them,
well played by the growing distance between them;
was creating a close proximity,
to defeat his purpose of running away.
He was not the chosen one, he was just another victim.
A victim of Them.
All of Them, victims of themselves.
An axis shifting, creating many worlds and as many parallel universes;
He is steadfast, at his position.
Watching the world around him, go in a tizzy.
Blurred vision gives way to fall.
And he is simply turned into nothing.
Making him forget all the love, loss, hunger, grief, greed, laughter, lust, Life and others.
And letting them win, one more time.
He never wanted to go, to them.
So, he did not.
But, they found him.
At a place, which he never wanted Them to find;
At a time, when he had no one to talk to;
But, they found him nonetheless.
So, he talked to himself.
And never talked to anyone;
Heading to Tomorrowland,
for Forever.
He never expected them to return;
And in return; he decided to stay;
to stay away from them,
to leave it all behind ;
to Them.
No-one asked him, "when would you go back, to Them???" ;
No-one expected him to come back, either.
Yet he was staying, where he wanted,
right on the wrong of their opinion.
He was leaving a tradition, of staying in a claustrophobic sky.
A sky filled with people like him,
trying very hard to swim across The Ocean.
Trying equally hard to avoid each other;
While wishing that, others,
whom they avoided would never come back;
And wearing a facade of loving them, caring for them, respecting them;
Back-stabbing them the whole time.
A sky working on ticktock,
A sky valued by plastics,
A sky run by smoke,
A sky worn out by building too much on it,
A sky filled with infinite stars, real and unreal;
A sky he remembers through memories,
of her, of him;
A sky which he loves yet loathes the idea of loving it.
A sky he never wanted to be a part of, after meeting them
He will never go, there lies a trap; he believes;
So, he came back, from where others went away;
And chose, what others left behind, asking for what he left.
But irony of him and Them,
well played by the growing distance between them;
was creating a close proximity,
to defeat his purpose of running away.
He was not the chosen one, he was just another victim.
A victim of Them.
All of Them, victims of themselves.
An axis shifting, creating many worlds and as many parallel universes;
He is steadfast, at his position.
Watching the world around him, go in a tizzy.
Blurred vision gives way to fall.
And he is simply turned into nothing.
Making him forget all the love, loss, hunger, grief, greed, laughter, lust, Life and others.
And letting them win, one more time.
He never wanted to go, to them.
So, he did not.
But, they found him.
At a place, which he never wanted Them to find;
At a time, when he had no one to talk to;
But, they found him nonetheless.
So, he talked to himself.
And never talked to anyone;
Heading to Tomorrowland,
for Forever.
