The never ending story
It never ceases to replay
Constantly yet never boring
Like routine everyday.
The poetic existence of two souls
So close yet poles apart
Constantly questioning the union
Simply playing a part.
He said, she said again and again
Crying over words spilt with no gain.
Now we sit far away
Time has flown, quite somedays
With laughter in between and tears running
I reminisce the gold old days!
I sit here looking eye to eye
But it’s not the soft brown eyes that meet mine
I sigh and gaze into the light
As the smoke takes me away to the within.
He said he said plays again and again
I want to scream into myself yes I agree
She said she said seeps in vain
And the voice pales again.
I sit here battling the dualism
In thought and in being
He called it, way back then
Labrythine and his holocene.
If only he could see me now
The same old person yet different
Still walking on a tight rope
Lurking in the grey area.
