Funny how things are today,
People who where together play alone,
People who where by themselves play forever,
Its like that mist of a dark night, its white but still hides so many bites,
Bites of reality, taken by myth,
Myths which were talked but never spoken of,
Its funny to think,
How much a year can do to one person,
It can change someone from inside out,
It seriously can bring a speaker to a word drouth,
A silent one to a speedy mouse,
A tall one to its ground, A short one to take high route,
It makes me laugh,
People can change within days,
Within days? I do you one better,
I have seen over night, over talk,
Over couple of hours,
It takes one moment to show you there back,
Without you knowing where did your go wrong,
I let a chuckle out,
Whenever I dont listen "here",
When taking attendance on my death chair,
Whenever I see hair,
When trying to find there face which once said,
"Don't worry, no matter what, I will be "here",
I cant stop laughing,
From all the phrases, from all the phases,
The end point comes the same,
Me holding my hand in embarrassment of if not me then who will it be?
Me talking to myself in fear that if not me then who will it be?
Will it be those who said we will stay?
Or those you use to say we are here for you today,
I am not sure who will it be, but all and all
It will be me and my words in this long awaited lonely days.
