As if the entire journey meant little, as if the weight of the moment was nothing at all
It came, it blew, it crossed over to the past
Branded as a memory, forever etched into my mind, a scar
What can I say when you ask me why I do what I do
Why do I do it? I wish I knew
I only know that I cannot stop
If only I could, but my direction is downhill
Going faster, if anything, spiralling
To death? Hah, life is not so kind
Banished to live life, a half life
Sentenced to years of pain, a little heartache
What can I say, I have no more left in me to hold
An open gate, I let every bit of me, wash away.
Shifa Naseer 