And Life Goes On...

A new day tomorrow, you say? A fresh start — forget all that's been? All, no less? For what though?  When it may end the same, Or worse! All assumptive, none a definite course, Here, or there.  Changes irrevocable, unfathomable, A fine day tomorrow — fine indeed,  A delusion, not a dream, Not my dream.

Are you drifting — Between what was,  And where you're headed? Are you fighting, To stay on one thought, Before the next rushes in? Are you trying, Too hard to let go, And stay in the present? Are you spiralling, From blow after blow, Silent, but overwhelmed? Are you peeping  Through the hole, To see how this ends? Are you, are you feeling, Like you're caught in limbo, No anchor, unaware of your strength?

How far in must you be, To see the door  the narrow corridor leads to, Is but an illusion, A ruse to rope you in... So far in,  You can't find your way, Can't turn back, can't walk ahead, The long corridor leads  to a door far beyond reach. If you get too close, The door shall spiral into nothingness, leaving you longing, all by yourself, Your misery, your only companion, In that corridor—dark, dreary, abandoned So, turn back, Don't look for love Where it doesn't exist, Turnaround and walk away Before it's too late...