Treasure Island

Sylvia Chidi

(Germany)

Its time to let go!


Its time to let go
I know!
I am holding on tight
As if it is my right
And its not

Its time to tie my shoe laces
With a knot and start walking on
Once where there was love,
There lies only emptiness
Broken dreams embedded within foggy steams
Everything has become familiar
Nothing to excite or ignite the passion

Once love sped like an express train
That I forgot the famous words “go-slow”
Hence we have already reached our destination
Without taking time to explore before condemnation

'I know', I whisper with a sigh
Its time to let go
There is still time to save ourselves
From feeling ridiculously low

Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi

Submitted: Friday, December 09, 2005

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