in the carefree days of youth, when
nothing mattered, as the dreamer lived
in rainbows of thousand colors, mixed, blended
hues of dreams untold, songs played on
and on...until the flower buds bloomed
into thorns..
let me stay where i am, as i am
secluded to a place not even i know
finding solace at the death of my yearnings
to think me forlorn is an insult
to the numbness i have mastered
let my obscured image remain, or be lost
my voice be faded as wind lashes each blow
until all is diminished to a whisper,... wanes
last empathies uttered to souls
i have failed....you...i have
i know
dont dare smile at me in pity
i shall not die,,,rather i will live a million lives
detached, untouched..unreached as i watch
yes, i watch as each one comes and passes
struggles that never end...to their face
i laugh...hurt does not suffer one
who doesnt feel
i have lived...and shall live again
untouched