Look at yourself, your shiny veneer

Rubbing off a guise that isn't yours

Your true lies and false smiles

Reaping harvests yet to rot and rust

Blanked out words that shall pass

Through the murky sluice, the burp of the underdog

Your wretched parallels, the colours of a race

Yet to surface from the darkness within

PaSt, BaCk aNd GoNE....

They say there's a world beyond what we perceive, and what we understand. It's dark, and is concealed by a veil of mystery that doesn't allow silly, stupid and selfish humans into it's profound recesses. Well, obviously I don't know what's in it, because of those cobwebs of egotistical thoughts that have combobulated themselves into this puzzling conundrum I call life. Three years down the lane, I can recall a million moments I'd want to relive. Each minute ticks on, leaving behind vestiges of the past; the good, the bad and the ugly. I find myself delving into the ocean of memories my existence reminds me of, the people I met and left behind. But they don't exist anymore, and I wonder why. Time, people and places lilt incoungruously over the patina of my life woven around a myriad of relationships, acquaintances, rendezvous and conversations that have come, gone and faded away. Some of those memories are bright, fresh and vivid, like they happened yesterday. I can recall some others in snatches, the mangled remains of all the happenings. While some others have been distorted out of shape, completely wrecked out of my memory. What's left of everything is a handful of memoirs I'd always preserve carefully within those deep alcoves of my mind, the ones that remind me of what I was, and what I have become post the unforgettable experiences I owe the people I have known. Yeah, that's my visa to the past. There's a point at which I find the confluence of past and the present culminating into a wild, bizzare and outrageously colourful canvas of my life. Nothing lasts forever, that's a cliche. The guy who said that must've been joking. Memories do.

Will it ever be the same, I ask myself
Oh yes, the things are done
They have come and gone
Leaving behind darkness and despair
There's no escape, while the shadows are here
You don't say no to them, they seldom listen
Engulfed in bleakness and mindless torment
And blinded in rage and fury that will burn fr eternity
Will everything be all right, I ask myself
Let the rains wash my tears away
Into puddles of sorrows that were once mine
Though they can scarce extinguish the fires within
The burning rage that flares and fumes
Rekindling the wounds carved out in excruciating torment
When the clouds hush in darkness
And the winds bear mournful premonitions
They look down upon the lonely traveler
Bearin the brunt of a trouble too many
Steps measured in pain and etched in anguish
Tracing tearful alleys on green Earth
Cloaked in the stains of pain and agony
Banished into a world of nightmares and distress
Will it ever end, I ask myself..