The Soul Sanctuary: 8) Wasting Time..

May 24, 2010

These are the terribly insignificant musings of Aishwarya Nagar at 6:09 AM

To dream a dream so near

And yet so delusional,

To move towards it year by year

And feel it an illusion, oh;

Towards the crown you want to run,

But in your eye shines the light of the sun-

The moment's in your grasp

But the feeling's gone, the feeling's gone

The year and years you spent

Have faded away like a song.

And though you know so well

That the opportunity's in your hand

Your mind isn't quite there

And you let it fly away like sand.

It's too late to return

And clock back to when you had the time

Like life grows on charred remains

Oh hope, you lost what was sublime

And now you must realize

That this was the moment for which you've been waiting

I mustn't let it turn to regret in the future

And I know that you'll be hating

When I bid you farewell

It's only or a while

But I still need to run a mile.