Like I was Always Here
The urge to cry, a smile of shy
Walking up to my face, a search of a new race
Rings of fire, the unquenched desire
Wine of thought, the lust so lost
I am here like I was before
Like I was always here
Dreaming of the feelings, the emotions of soul
Running to catch the train, the journey untold
I am stuck in reverse
Walking back to where I met the universe
I am here like I was before
Like I was always here
A few steps and here the story lies
Concise, yet extended the family ties
There is an upstream the rush of this hour
I am not lost I am all of ours
Surrounded by the cold
I am here like I was before
Like I was always here.
© Akhand Singh, 2015 © An Empty Glass, 2015
Akhand Singh 