Good Bye… No Why?
Fly away, O Mighty ol’ west-wind,
Fly away, for today you must,
We swayed together in these fields,
The fields you will sweep, on your way, to dust.
I hear you ticking, O time you leveler,
I hear you don’t have much of a choice,
We’d slain away about a million of seconds,
That ticked away during our suburban-drives.
Every minute, every hour, I know you’ve got the power,
But back then we were kings, and you: just a device.
So winds and storm,
And time and tide,
How can you take away something that’s deep inside?
Those memories of moments, those bruises of life.
Can you take away those days of thunder?
Those nights of frenzy,
Those games, those blunders.
Talks of life, walks of strife, sizzlers and knife, how many can you wipe.
Malls and movies, some money, a call for cheers
Comforts and victories, decisions and fears.
I can’t believe, you’re leaving pal,
But your bag hangs on your shoulder,
Take care; I’ve heard out there it’s cold.
Should I say Good bye now? No wait I need to wonder.
1 comment:
I must say this is by far the best i have read written by rohan...although i loved LOST more coz i can relate to it more..as someday even i am going to GO WEST i dont find it the same feeling filling me when my riends left for the west..i found myself wondering when will i go...but the use of words is better in this one...as always classic rohan...
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