Walked for miles and miles with no end in sight,
No companions, stuck in a tunnel
whose end he couldn’t find.

Walking through, doubts got stuck in his head,
Should have he gotten in with least one of his mates?
Though the realization had already dawned he had pushed it away,
Your friends really are only for your summer days.

No one likes a sad sod, that sure holds true,
Go wipe your tears and if you are in a good mood,
We’ll always be there for you.

Walked some more, thought to himself,
“This was good, did I just have a catharsis by myself?”
Damn you, fool, there’s still miles to go,
But you aren’t all alone, I’ll have you know.

And just then, he saw a shadow move,
A shape, a cape,
someone sharing his doom.

Ran to it like there was no tomorrow,
The tunnel still dark as ever but there sparked hope in his forlorn borough.
His lungs bursting, face in tears,
Feared what he might find in there.

He ran through these void spaces, all the uninhabited places,
Reached all out, down below.
Chased only to find,
An empty face, a mannequin,
Only a shadow.

Don’t worry, be happy.
Don’t let the worries of the future eat your today,
Or the past cast a shadow on what’s in front.
And when at all your minds tries to wander off,
Just know, remember, you gotta,
Not worry, and be happy.

It’s easy having a metric ton on your head,
Misery can act very kind, it loves company.
If not for yourself, do it for ones who spend their time with you,
When you are down, you drag them behind too.
Just for a while, try to be free,
Don’t worry, be happy.

Life is a marathon, not a rat race,
A few months of giving yourself some time won’t hurt you, will it?
If your counter on things to do starts in the morning and you’re spent come night,
Is there any justice you’re doing yourself or your mind?
When you feel the shackles are making their move,
You close your eyes, you break free,
You jump off to the next platform,
Laugh,
And not worry, just be happy.

There will always be folks trying to pull you down,
Distress that will make you want yank your hairs out.
But remember you always have a choice,
You can either be weighed down,
Or just smile, refuse to be.
Be content,
Find your zen,
and
Not worry, are happy.

Times had tried, and one as the next,
They had failed.
Each of those fought with all their might,
Helplessly try muster the strength to topple his life.

He knew he had a fragile mind,
a feeble defense and a flimsy core.
The only way he could protect it all,
Was deny anyone access to his whole.

He built boundaries,
Got himself a mask.
People came close but none past,
For there lay he- naked, vulnerable, and alone.

But along those jolly lines,
He met someone who made his breath queasy inside.
Looking at her, he realized what goosebumps were,
Touching her was electric sensations he never knew existed before.
Day after day, he let his defenses slip by,
Little by little, he gave her his keys.
For there was nothing that could harm him now,
Or so he thought, why shouldn’t he?

As it does to every single one,
life happened to them both.
And at the end- in his failures or his shortcomings,
He didn’t know who to blame more.

It’s not that she didn’t try,
Not that she hadn’t desperately kept looking at ways to break his slide.
He hated when he made her cry and cry she did,
when she knew she was kissing him goodbye.
As she watched him slowly fall into the abyss,
In front of her powerless eyes.

What do you think they married into,
Was it the way you look or was it your ideals?
The way you talk or your actual thoughts?
What do you think really mattered,
A sustainable future or broken blocks from the past?

Concerning yourself with all that wasn’t important,
You lost your way a little.
You forgot your way to get into people’s hearts,
Battling the voice inside left not a lot,
To overcome your own prison walls.

So, you decorated your walls with paintings,
Cardboard cutouts of your lofty dreams.
Always been a dreamer, but only at night,
The sunshine never able to exorcise,
Your demons from the light.

You make plans, you half arse,
Magnanimous with words, and wanting in action.
And who wouldn’t put up with that at the start,
Your castles and castles of stories,
Promises of a wonderland not afar.

But eventually the day comes, you’re left with none,
Your pandora’s box is empty, you desperately look for one.
You know they’re waiting,
You know that you are!
If not stories, what else have you got?

The writing was there on the wall,
We couldn’t see it.
The place had been in ruins all along,
The blindfold’s opening just sealed it.

The endless quarrels, the anguish, the pain,
An understanding that never got two legs to stand.
We were mad at the world and took it out on us,
Hoping the love reserve would save us but we emptied it, alas.

Every fight we had, took something out of us,
Till what remained resembled a skeleton of broken dreams and such.
Each of our arguments had two losers,
The collateral damage being taken out from the memories that made us.

And in the end, who was wrong and who was right?
The love we extinguished in having the last laughs those nights.
If only, had we just stopped and listened,
Us could have lived,
Life been different.

The impossible arrangement,
Love in an unimaginable disguise.
The fallacy of distances,
Expanses,
echoing a silent lovers’ cry.

A harbor’s longing,
For once the waves (to) subside.
An ocean of endless emptiness on top,
Bustling
with creatures of emotions inside.

Incandescent desires,
There’s no way out.
Every second, they wait for a dawn,
But only twilight
reverberates deep in to the horizon.

Their only respite,
Lovers’ quarrel.
Their raw animal feelings,
A manifestation of suppressed love
In their personal dystopia.

We should have listened,
When the brain yelled a resounding no.
But at stake here was the heart,
And we just carried on and on.

It was beautiful, it was glorious,
The time we spent together and the rest in waiting.
There were nights when you just couldn’t sleep alone,
And you would know I’d be there waiting
For my girl to come home.

There were no promises, but a hope at heart,
This needs to last forever, what is here cannot be stopped.
Even with that knowledge, the brain tried to take precautionary steps,
A few goodbyes from you and me that landed back on our heads.
What were we thinking, if at all were we?
A life without the other and see what it comes to be?

You suffered, and so did I,
This constant yearning and no one to pass a word of comfort by.
Well you know you’re truly screwed
When you feel alone even when surrounded
by like minded fools.

But as every tide, the sadness passed,
The sunshine returned, and magical spells were cast.
You had your smile back, but I couldn’t pass one in return,
For the hand you held in the picture wasn’t this one.

A tragedy is worse, if you can’t mourn,
Day in, day out, night comes through the back door.
You squirm in your bed, let a few tosses down the side,
A lonely house, a big bed, and a struggle to survive.

An unfulfilled mind, a poison’s chalice,
The voice inside your head is unkind.
You laugh it out when someone sees you,
Knowing you can’t afford being looked in the eye.

All these jumps, you had your quota,
Maybe it’s time to take it slow.
Be gentle, a little kinder,
Maybe take a walk again under the first snow.

You’ll be careful, rethink every move,
You know now wounds take longer to heal.
Else a quick blast to the forehead, a needle with little extra,
And there would be no pain lingering in your spine to test.

It won’t matter to you, but to everyone else,
And that’s something you can’t have on your soul.
What can you do, when you can only wait?
Cross your heart, wince and shudder,
And hope,
For the very best.