How, What, Will
How much have you lived and how much have you died What do I know of you, except a soul passing by You tread on your paths you make your lines Some I'll cross... Some I'll dread and regret my lifetime Who were you, where you come from? Unclear of your existence...Do you matter, Were you ever did? You'll always be a stranger, unknown, forgotten, mystic and lost Like a thought, like a dream, like a canvas..Empty and void Albeit the door ajar... How much it lets you peek, how deep you desire to sink Hands we hold, walk where we smile and behold How much of it was real.. How much we remember As centuries decay into half lives Blow the dandelions kiss the palette cheeks I wish to get lost in all the cities deprived of starry nights Did you ever explored, will you ever come out Who are you scared of...Me or the world you engulf inside How much you know, how much you hide How much we say how much we...