I close my eyes
and I am taken to this place I seldom visit
where i am alone
where its me to me
these fancy things boil down, here, to hard realities
what I have and what I don't
does this even matter?
does this even matter,
for you are not here...
Whatever I achieve, wherever I get
the child in me would always crave for your love
But,
the mould in which it was cast has changed
and the breezes among which it flourished and flowered have veered away.
