Where Are You?
Where are you?
When did we loosen the grip of our hands.
Are you lost in the labrinth of ego,
or nothing is visible in the fog of pain
I called for you, I waited,
yelling, said you, can't come back
But my search didn't stop,
I looked here and there, downhill and atop.
I found you hidden behind a rock,
trying to save yourself,
I asked who you were running from,
you blatantly cried my name.
I took your hand asking you to walk along,
You acquiesed with reasons oblong,
broken and torn you trudged by my side,
i didn't realize rift ...