The people who were constantly around you before, are no longer there.
Some get married, some have children, some stay the way they were.
Or they just simply vanish.
You wake up and realise everything is the same.
Or different. Or neither.
You sleep and dream of things that were or will be.
You cannot help but wonder, how things will be tomorrow or yesterday.
If yesterday was something you would wish for.
It is difficult to say, it is difficult to listen.
Were they yours? Were they yours?
Should you be theirs? Should you be theirs?
You grow older hoping you grow wiser.
You grow wiser realising you know nothing.
It never goes both ways.
What is logic, what is strength.
What is what and who are they.
What does it mean?
You know when it comes.
You stop wondering and start doing.
How to ask without being confused.
How to find out without having to ask.
Things change.
Your body grows up or grows down.
Your hearing sensitises or desensitises.
But your mind remains the same.
Either learning or forgiving.
Though the signs are everywhere;
the changing body of a pregnant mother,
the changing colour of the wise's hair,
the humble smile of the giver's heart.
Things that change to keep everything in place.
Feelings that change to keep everyone in love.
Words are written down but meaning is a thought away.
The words are theirs but the meaning is ours.
Preserve your mind, it is the only thing that truly exists.
Inaya Rakhmani
7th June 2006
Metaphores, Schmetaphores
I'm tired of saying it like it is
Ambiguity has its way
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