There comes a time when you start expecting intuitions to be
true,
when you’ve cried to the extent of dry tears being a
routine,
when the cynical you don’t fight with the hopeful you.
There comes a time when you start to accept the change,
because past never lived forever,
because you yourself aren’t anymore the same.
There comes a time when you start to enjoy the silence,
as the loud world isn’t reaching your ears,
as the still air makes much more sense.
There comes a time when you wear straight face,
when frowns go unattended,
when fake smile doesn’t radiate rays.
There comes a time when you don’t know who you are,
because you can’t forecast the future,
because the past seems to have gone too far.
