I suppose the people I lost remember me for my flaws and their outcomes.
I suppose I remember the people I lost for the good in their souls and the things that could be.
No wonder, we can never be on the same page.
For they believe, I’ll forever be the person who I once was.
For I believe, they will forever be the people they once were.
How do you make peace with that?
You live and let live.
How do I make peace with that?
I don’t know.
The flicker of hope that once found it’s place in my heart refuses to die out. I want to hope that one day we could just forget all the pain from the past and relive our lives without the mistakes our misguided selves made.
This is a fool’s ballad written on a paper and tossed into the oceans after being packed in a bottle, only to forgotten for all eternity until one fine day, someone finds it, and the very lie that we have moved on, turns upon itself.
Life is not a movie. It’s not ‘3 idiots’ for the pair of Raju and Farhan to go looking for their best mate.
But a life without dreams, hope and love, is just a passing existence, tis just living for the sake of living.
Dreaming of impossible things is something that children do. But the very reason I live in the world I live, is cause someone dared to dream of the impossible.
Here rests my Ballad to the day that has the chances of coming true of 1 in 14 billion.
(Edit : This lacks the finesse or structure for obvious reasons. My apologies for rambling on about stupid shit.)