Its a mystery, that thing we crave.
It hides in the unknown.
Mocks us when its near.
Makes us better when its within our grasp.
Then suddenly and without a warning its gone
And you're broken again
You wont be repaired.
Not for a while so
Return to the beginning
And hope for it once more
Repeat the meaningless cycle
Just to hold it in your hands again
To feel its skin
To feel the rush
To feel that feeling
That can never stay.
No comments:
Post a Comment