I look at myself as a traveller
Travelling here, there and wandering everywhere
Often trembling over those little obstacles.
I take bath in fresh waterfalls
To get energised so that I become focused
Focused in seeing only those things of ahead.
But I come across many vehicles
Which claim to take me places where
They say I am longed to be.
One of those vehicles is the song.
Every time I listen to the song I have already heard,
They drag me to the times I have already lived.
One is the aroma of old times
Letting me revive all those feelings and moments.
And one is that places where I have already been.
All of them take me back to the past
Where I can see myself genuinely happy
But defeating my present will of moving ahead.
My vehicles taking me to where they think I belong
But I am not riding on them because
I am certain I don't deserve to live with past
For I know past can never be part of my journey ever again.
