Times Change Poem by Pamuditha Zen Anjana

Yet, I feel lost…

In a labyrinth with too many crossings
intertwining and running towards the same way
same way as if I’m missing that almighty spark
spark of sense, an ark of self-preservation

Thinking in circles again
as if I didn’t make me do that already
ready to catch myself as I fall again
as if I didn’t make me fall once already

So, I’m a lost soul…

Trading jokes for the love that I have
making my way through these senseless crowds
searching for my muse, my own guardian angel
you…

I was tired of trying, not tired of revolving around
not really resolving anything.. Nope! but still trying
breaking into thousand words, sometimes unheard
so it’s time to give up on giving up on you

‘Cause moving away…
is also a mean of getting closer…