A collision of worlds,
a battle of time
from generations past
and generations to come.
The irony of life!
You speak not to me
for in my eyes you see
the wrongdoings of your past,
the “rebellious stage” that burnt your soul
and engraved an arousing misery
in the establishments of your sanity.
Silence may determine your distrust
but astute theories lead me to believe
that fear and regression you hold inside
has little to do with me
but rather the regrets you carry for yourself.
Hold on to me not so tightly
for the tears you shed were my perspiration
and your stumbles and dismantling of your strength