the semblance of calm, the semblance of land, for how long? how far? I am restless to know the limits today,
A ruse to get back to you," if I get your.." "if not...... then so be it"
Thinking my own way
Toying with your thoughts
Making you this, making you that
No longer able to know how you really are
Never knew perhaps who you (an interruption perhaps) really were
Treading the paths which you have trodden
Watching and learning my own way,
You perhaps will never be there. This is all there is to life. I am certain.
