How would you react to the thought
That no matter how hard you’d try, your love will be lost….
More precisely, taken away from you
Just when it seemed that the things to worry were very few….
It would be the same love who caressed you
When fate had ripped you with lightning blue….
The very one who stood by your side
And stood in front, for you to hide….
From the light that reminded you of the misery
That you’ve been going through the courtesy of time’s decree….
And when you’d realise that you won’t be that fast
Nor smart, that you should be to avoid being the last….
In a race with self’s demon
Who’s all set to let you rot in a forlon’s Beacon….
With the leftovers of your broken and diffident soul
Just to be a God in the form of an unstable wormhole….
So till what extent will you try
To save your love from the time’s lie….
With what will you fill your heart
Knowing that, if you’d fail, your world will fall apart….