<Part 1>

It's an urge

that makes me write

a face in my dreams,

shining bright,

Memories of past

gone long ago

yesterday it seems,to me,

as I prepare to go

 

A hand pulls  me back,

as I take a stride

what was that he said

nothing,it was all in eyes

And why do I remember

it was a Friday

when we looked

into each other's eyes

and no questions were left

no answers to justify

no pain to feel

needed no air to breathe
as the night
passed away in sighs

 

and as I think now,

what was it

a God's trick

so close you came

and left silently,

makes me remember

a poem from a friend..

"was it really you or

just a wind passing by"

 

<Part 2>

Now
I stand at crossroads

and a different road
I want to go

but I look back
again and again

for shadows
I love chasing though

 

one step forward

 and two steps behind,

no matter where I go,

the one who loses is I

 

the answer has left

now who tells
the truth from a lie

and  what do I do

ignore the questions
or chase the answers
for the rest of my life

 

things you never said,

make me wonder

at times,

what did I hear

"was it really you
or just a wind passing by"

 

<Part 3>

Where do I go from here

which path do I take

does this
really bother me

or are these
mere questions I fake

 

will life solve questions
on its own

 it will chaoticly move,
as it does

or do I shut my ears
and ignore

the longing of my heart,
for you, it does,

 

or do I stride ahead
and take a leap

on this unknown path ,
I lose myself,

leave the world behind
and soak myself in love

what bothers me,
what stops me,

what is the thing
I cannot sense

  

I shut my eyes and tell myself

wake up from this slumber

 it 's a fantasy you chase

and I think and think

and can only remember
these lines of a friend,

"Was it really you
or just a wind passing by"