Every time you walk away, I struggle to breathe
You take a bit of my life every time you leave...

Every time I think I'm done, that I won't go on more
I can't go on more

Every time that thing called hope, it loans me one last lease...

On this winding road....

Walking down the winding road, I reached a well, that showed me what I left behind. All the people I cared about, all the people who wanted something, who gave something, all the people who once walked with me on this unending journey. I shed a silent tear, and it rippled in the well, and showed me all the roads ahead.

 And then a slight wind troubled the image, and it shattered into a million pieces, and all I could see was me....

Freedom

Shackled by faith, bound by respect,
Love is a barbed fence
You see your sky of freedom, limitless and inviting
Can an emotion be so strong, that you forget your bloodied wings
and everytime you see beyond, you flutter them again,
just to get pulled to bits by a thousand loving hands.

Sometimes the destruction we leave behind cannot be justified by moments of happiness that lead to it

Random thought...

When does the occupation stop and the obsession start?

A car...at a speed of 200 kmph...a deadend at 1 km...
Hardly a quantitative question...

Meandering Thought..

Do you draw a line if you are addicted to going over the edge??