But it was much more than a summer's song on
A winter's day; more than a whisper into a brick wall:
A long, winding road, a road where even frozen
Winter birds wouldn't call.
I have managed the silences, the tears,
The questions on existence, and then
All that went into the mind when thoughts
Stilled; when paused the pen.
I waited so long, the dreams were so strong.
Life's episodes taunted me:
I have managed so far, so long, so far
I have won my life but lost the key.
