I am torn between the present and the future. Every fact I discover, Every direction I turn, Every situation I face and every decision I make, I know will alter whatever's in my future. I'm just uncertain now, and I know I shouldn't worry or stress my self about it. Because no one knows what their future certainly holds for them. But I just can't stop my mind from going there.
The best is yet to come, But what if the best already came And you are too blind looking for another, Now that you see clearly, its already late And you're left with the hope that it will come by again.
"You know what it cost me?" He asked. "What?" "Time." He looked at me sadly. "Its the most valuable price, not money, jewelry, land or even knowledge could replace it." He continued. I look at him, confusion lingers in me even though I know I don't have a body. I'm a mere conscience now, like a cloud floating endlessly. But how come that he is here. He smiled. "I would give all the time I have just to hear your heart beating again once more." And suddenly a wind seems to blow my soul away. "I hope you'll use my time wisely, and be happy." He wave goodbye. And a lightning strike, a thunder blasted and I was jolted awake in my bedroom, warmth surrounds me from the storm outside. That's when I realized I will never see him again. I will never hear him speak my name again. I will never have the chance to thank him anymore for loving me unconditionally, even though I don't deserve him. And I cried, and cried until my lungs are out of air, until my head feels light and I fell asleep once again. Hoping that I will see him and reciprocate the love he always give to me.
You set me free, Yet you came running after me. You court me back, Yet I still decline. You are consistent thru those years, Yet you also look somewhere else. So why will I accept your heart again, It seems you are undecided. Like you want a sure triumph, Than risk a chance on me again. Yet somehow we had our final closure, Something we didn't had a chance then. Probably that's why now we are content, To our own path separately.