Sense Of Self
Sense Of Self1 min 42 1 min 42
I am losing my sense of self in that
A known world is left behind me.
And am now onto a voyage
Accepting my loss and compensating
It for the wisdom gained.
I ain’t alone and that is such a
Solace. An old man and a young girl
I know have lost something too.
Yet, they are glowering
Life in the eye and I really like it.
I stand on a bridge
Tempted to dive in the water underneath.
Roses on the wooden framework captivate me.
I remember him. His existence
Scattered in my ‘Real Imagination’.
I often see a narrowboat and
The high-rise tower across the waterway
Where I first met him and
Felt a sense of warmth. He still stands there
Gazing at the setting sun.
Back in his hometown his family
Waits for him to meet them.
He abstains for reasons not known.
I fathom he’s a loner. A man who can’t
Love for his fear of reliction.
After losing him my world changed.
A rare occurrence. Met many a
People, but, he’s always there.
He smiles at me even now when in fact,
I am staring at the bronze statue!
I wish he understood what it means
To lose oneself. I wish he sees me
Through the dark mist
Of his deranged thoughts
And, pays penance by losing himself---