Maybe, we were never meant to be
Maybe, we just weren’t ready
For the changes time would bring
‘Cause you knew , you saw everything.
Maybe, it’s the wind
But every word you said to me
Felt more like a bind
Just a few more steps to flee.
Maybe, the devils tied me down
Among your drifting dreams
A binding – I can’t break free from
Isolation, echoing with my screams.
Maybe, it’s the silence I fear
Louder than the words I never hear
A mirror cracked in time’s cold stream
Pieces fading from a forgotten dream.
~Abhijna Laxmi
