To cross the river
I need a bridge or a boat.
Cause i cannot cross
it on my own.
The lack of swiming
the fear of drawning
Is keeping me at bay
I dont even have hay
to keep me afloat
or should i make a boat ?
do i have that time
to build the bridge
across the ridge
i dont know the depth
at which the water will rise
if it goes above my eyes
then i am stuck
as a dead duck
even you are not with me
just my luck
to the other side
i would have flown
the thought, easy it came
that easily it was gone.
i burned my wings
when i flew to the sun
in iternal bliss, in zing
and i am trying to run
my dream, my nightmare
trying hard in despair
the only place i can reach
is the same place i be
i see many people
everyone looks like me
an image, an identity
a part of me, which
i could never becom or still
want to be.
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