Deja vu
The roads had never been diverged.
Dusty, barren and cold
Simply a long stretch — nothing new
No goals, no
ambitions — nothing to pursue
Distractions simply pushed
things — past it’s due
For they were windows — exposing a
mundane view
I, a fool
Waited for things to unfold
All showing not a sign,
Not a clue
Of all of them
leading,
To you.
Deja vu
The roads had never been diverged.
Dusty, barren and cold
Simply a long stretch — nothing new
Dusty, barren and cold
Simply a long stretch — nothing new
No goals, no
ambitions — nothing to pursue
Distractions simply pushed
things — past it’s due
For they were windows — exposing a
mundane view
I, a fool
Waited for things to unfold
All showing not a sign,
Not a clue
Of all of them
leading,
To you.