Sometimes when i sit
And thoughts go deep
Mostly liken to sleep
Thin line between reality and dreams
When muscles are weak
Veins short of blood
An infection from the sun
Ears could barely pick a sound
The brain is finally at rest
Relieved of the day's stress
Akuna Matata!
The mind is at valley
Effecting flashes behind my iris
Pictures of moments with you
So bold as though cinema
Nay, the heart assumes a new beat
Pounding hard on the ribs
Causing a fresh flow through the veins
Anxiety turns pain,
A journey through time
A pace down memory lane
A highway to love
Then I realise...
How long I'v been gone(23/06/06)
(WIFE)
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