Leaving my shattered self now from the past
I want to delve into now and make this last
Passing on the fragrance as I ghost
Reaching out for a hand and hear, "I'll let that pass"
Soul left the maze, engaging in a mind game
Emerging out of it, I just said, "It was lame"
A lot I had to go through to conclude this stage
It may be easier said than done, but I won't anyway
Neglecting is a reflection which never lets you through
Trailed me every now and then, and now you too
Leave it at the edge of the harbour and go on as a ship does
But at last, after roaming around, it gets back to where it was
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- Comment from author about the poem: Masking hides, but the reality never dies. Past is behind, but the memory is what's keeping you alive.
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