Just wrote this today, as alwasy, all comments are welcome. The old days are gone, And I try to resurrect them, Like I'm in a lonely place. My feelings are deep inside, Looking for something or someone, That isn't here. I do not even know where or why look. What is it?? Lost in a screen of faces I search, The next and the next, A familiar face maybe? So many lives have changed, Many history's forgotten or looked past, Would it be best to leave them alone? My new days I live are lacking, Redirecting, finding, luminating... Yet this desire resurfaces, A cycle of the mind, Remembering the old days. Lost in the sea of desire, Of needing to find something, Or someone and not knowing where... To begin. What is it??
My new days I live are lacking, Redirecting, finding, luminating... Yet this desire resurfaces, A cycle of the mind, Remembering the old days. if one can't forget about the past, then the present becomes pointless, old is always going to be old, dwelling on it is insanity, obsessing over anyone or anything is insanity, and it's not really that beneficial for someone's stability in any sense
