The timeless dream stands in me
Falls in me, obscured by the nights
Silent, yet speaks beneath
The hidden clouds, flies high in the skies
Silent me – living becalmed, standing still
Into the broken tides
The standing clock, comforts me
Estranged me, and sometimes it barely finds
The moment that lives in me, that breaths in me
Somewhere when it hides
Silent me – looking behind, seeking hide
Into the broken tides
While I still have my doubts
You’ve already figured it out
Silent me – listening not, listening not
The mended wall, destroyed me
And paranoid me has fallen apart
And a chapter closed, the book is old
But reflecting me, still holding on
Holding on, and driving on
Finding home, driving on
Silent me – with the finest beer
I am driving on, on the freeway
Hoping to find a home, I may call it my own
Broken me, I was not breathing
Fighting me, I was not leading
Leading my way, to the freeway
To the freeway, yeah…
© Rahul
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