The endless loop of my broody musings,
An untrodden hour, a wandering closure,
A dip in reality for the times of reminiscence.
The heart to heart conversations,
And the deep nights of explications,
All reduced to the abyss you'd call dreams.
Unprepared for what the future could hold.
The name that blinks on my screen,
And takes me to the mighty revolutions
Of a period where duties bound my soul.
Seeking for the drop of mere consolation,
As the clock ticks and takes you to nowhere,
Careless stands the memories ready to disarm you
The moment your unguardedness gets the better of you,
And drag you to the deep chaotic night terrors,
Of a forgotten yesterday, a recollected foretime.
But at the end I do realize,
You are just a fragment of my imagination.
An untrodden hour, a wandering closure,
A dip in reality for the times of reminiscence.
The heart to heart conversations,
And the deep nights of explications,
All reduced to the abyss you'd call dreams.
Unprepared for what the future could hold.
The name that blinks on my screen,
And takes me to the mighty revolutions
Of a period where duties bound my soul.
Seeking for the drop of mere consolation,
As the clock ticks and takes you to nowhere,
Careless stands the memories ready to disarm you
The moment your unguardedness gets the better of you,
And drag you to the deep chaotic night terrors,
Of a forgotten yesterday, a recollected foretime.
But at the end I do realize,
You are just a fragment of my imagination.
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