its wet and cold,
as these irregular projections hits me...
and there I was fallen,
tired and exhausted.
I couldn't walk, not anymore,
fought so much, weak I become,
sensation lost..feeling so numb,
waiting for someone, a hand to hold.
It was never like this,
it never meant to be,
there were riches, fame,
that's all surrounding me.
every thing good belongs to me,
exotic, rare collection being,
dreams had no place..no time to think,
ohh...those times, are all I have seen.
its full moon now, wind so harsh,
have I being ignorant of this fact,
tides come and go...sound so more..
difficult to concentrate or hear my thoughts.
everything was easy then...not so now,
there new emotions and grief coming how?
introspective, or just memories,
its only the results of the seeds I sow.
I had my chance, but so ignorant,
had my pride or ego making me truant?
now, being defeated, waiting to die,
alone, battered, tired fallen on this island.
I should have stopped...the path I had taken,
but near ones too busy, blinded by status,
I would have changed but no time to repent,
still being enlightened after all this.
My story, my thoughts will go with me,
but the reality will remain so be,
and I will see, wish to god,
No other one would face the consequence like me...
