Throughout the Years
I travel, ever watchful
Throughout the Years
I stay silent, ever bashful
Throughout the Years
I read, I become enraptured
Throughout the Years
I love, my heart: captured
Throughout the Years
I sit, a hole in my chest
Throughout the Years
I live, without any zest
Throughout the Years
I cry, my life: a maelstrom
Throughout the years
I weep, there is no problem.
Throughout the years
I hide, I think for God
Throughout the years
I realize, it’s all a façade.
Throughout the years
I drown, my soul ever sinking
Throughout the years
Everyone wonders what ever was he thinking.
What drove him to this point?
He was such a young boy
He had his whole life ahead of him
He was always so coy
And smiling! Charisma: that’s what he had.
But now he’s gone. Yet for some reason
I
Don’t
Feel
Sad.