Faded years come back with a vengeance
Clutching your sorrows.
And you were walking on the burning coals.
Spirit of journey was more relevant than destiny.
You lifted the burden of anecdotes,
gathered the dusk from the sky and moved on towards moon.
Tormented, abused, the motive unknown,
hostilities were always directed at you.
Alone you were killing the sickening pain,
strangulating the thought,
you opened the door of brilliance.
So thin was ice on the lake,
evil shadows were falling on the road
It was hard to walk unruffled.
Still unzipped, you took the plunge.
