There comes a time

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.