if this is not harder than it already is
then it might be that i have already jumped in the bandwagon of the soulless creatures
dreamless
restlessly wandering upon our land
in search for satisfaction and fulfilment in the material things
as though happiness and made of matter and form

if there is nothing more to be felt
then it might be that i'm already one of them
looking outward
screaming for freedom clenching fists
swinging arms in the air yet doing nothing
as though voice would ever succeed action in making change

if there is nothing left to be said
then leave and let me be
or just keep me company
with an hour of your silence
or more
because i still dream of the days when you were here as we laughed without worrying
about time, money, and backstabbing
the days where reality didn't seem to exist

if this is love
then forgive me for clinging on
so desperately
because i see another me in your eyes
and the hopeless romantic that i am
thinks that there may no be sequel to the story on this theme
if i choose not to

so this be a tribute to persistence
or more like

the search of it


signing off with a smiley :)