ritesh deo

Abstract Classics

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ritesh deo

Abstract Classics

Lost

Lost

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Lost in this gentle breeze,

The music plays gently, softly,

I’m appeased.


Forgetting the woes of yesterday,

Absolved from those of tomorrow.


Here's the strength I hope to garner 

As my fears are driven further, farther

Out of reach.


This melody takes me on a journey 

And I'm a willing captive.


Becoming one with my desires, 

United with my passions, 

Life is simplified and in that moment, 

Everything has purpose; 

Even pain has beauty. 

This feeling's indescribable!


Oh, the journey! 

The journey of discovery; 

The journey of recovery.

I remember who I was,

The things I used to love.

Those I thought were lost.

The passions I gave up.

As if the music Itself

Was sympathizing.


Then gently, slowly,

And oh so suddenly;

The illusion fades, 

And I’m here

All over again.



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