I Look at you through some disarrayed hair,
I am still here while you are out there.
on the road or cruising the sea
being me has never been easy.
Words for those unspoken truth i conceal
the tarnished mirror of my unfelt feeling
As if the rains were not enough to make me run,
you send the storms, the wind and the sun.
Lost in the way of things we fought for
serene but charmed is what we look for.
Dodging a thousand bees for adrop of honey,
the next step will begin my journey,
the epilogue of the memoirs of a yearning..