Why do you make me walk for miles in search of you, what is it that you hold for me, what are you and how are you? I'm tired but do you ever think about this? well, in the first place you never asked me to follow you but i just have to follow why can't you understand i have to keep following you until i'm there and i know i never will be there, its the ground underneath me that will keep going and going back as i advance but i know i'll never reach you. I'll keep walking the earth but i will never reach you. i know you are something, i know you hold something for me, i know you have it with you, but how long do i have to keep running and walking for you? you've got me crawling for you, i call out but you are too far to listen to me, and i know you would stop for me if only you could hear me cry out for you. but yet you keep going and going knowing that i would be shouting at you, blaming you for being too fast. i will swim after you, run, walk and jump off after you. no terrain is too high or rough to reach you. until i have strength and even after it worns out i'll be keep coming and following you. will I ever reach you? this question is the fuel to my struggle.
Where will this search for you take me and in what state would i be then? how would i look after following you for so much longer that i won't even remember from where i started and where it ended. this quest will eventually end, this hope keeps me going on. something fake i know but i'll hold on to it anyway, i'll strangle it to death. it seems like a continuum which means that it's thousands of segments looks the same but both ends of it are different. i want to start the same but end differently. i want to look the same but die differently. i want to be the same but after i'm done looking for you, i want to be different or else all this was for nothing. End me if you can. but no you won't because in order to do that, you'll have to follow me, i'll be your ultimate quest, your search, and i'm not that cruel to put you in the state i am. i am used to how i am, i am used to searching for you, follow you crawling and whining about how hard it is. thats the only way i know, thats the only way i am. but you, you are different, you have been searching too, been hunting for what you've been looking for and now that you have found it, you have became it. you know it's ways, you know how it was, how you are now. so teach me too but your distance from me tells me that this is the only way to learn, the only way to know what you are so i will follow, as long as you can take me, as long as i can follow, as long as you don't get tired and i know you won't, you have your own ways.
What if i finally reach you? how will you ever face me, how did you accepted what you were following? werent you angry how far it was, how long it took you to be there, how you cried and it wont listen to you? how did you then after all this accepted it? i know your answer would be then why am i following you? well that is because thats the only way i know how to live; following you, looking for you, in search of you. what if you don't even exist and all this were just rumors? then i can proudly say that when the world was following earthly desires, i followed you. i followed what i couldn't see but saw, couldn't hear but heared, couldn't touch but touched. you have your own way of making me follow you, you leave traces behind. you leave places behind, memories that tells me you were here. i have always been the past for you but you have always been the future for me. one day i will find you and be you. but i will not make the one following me suffer the way you suffered me. i can now only wish you didnt had the same promising words spoken while you were in my place because if you did, then you are doing it all wrong! And i have been following you ever since to tell you this.
Where will this search for you take me and in what state would i be then? how would i look after following you for so much longer that i won't even remember from where i started and where it ended. this quest will eventually end, this hope keeps me going on. something fake i know but i'll hold on to it anyway, i'll strangle it to death. it seems like a continuum which means that it's thousands of segments looks the same but both ends of it are different. i want to start the same but end differently. i want to look the same but die differently. i want to be the same but after i'm done looking for you, i want to be different or else all this was for nothing. End me if you can. but no you won't because in order to do that, you'll have to follow me, i'll be your ultimate quest, your search, and i'm not that cruel to put you in the state i am. i am used to how i am, i am used to searching for you, follow you crawling and whining about how hard it is. thats the only way i know, thats the only way i am. but you, you are different, you have been searching too, been hunting for what you've been looking for and now that you have found it, you have became it. you know it's ways, you know how it was, how you are now. so teach me too but your distance from me tells me that this is the only way to learn, the only way to know what you are so i will follow, as long as you can take me, as long as i can follow, as long as you don't get tired and i know you won't, you have your own ways.
What if i finally reach you? how will you ever face me, how did you accepted what you were following? werent you angry how far it was, how long it took you to be there, how you cried and it wont listen to you? how did you then after all this accepted it? i know your answer would be then why am i following you? well that is because thats the only way i know how to live; following you, looking for you, in search of you. what if you don't even exist and all this were just rumors? then i can proudly say that when the world was following earthly desires, i followed you. i followed what i couldn't see but saw, couldn't hear but heared, couldn't touch but touched. you have your own way of making me follow you, you leave traces behind. you leave places behind, memories that tells me you were here. i have always been the past for you but you have always been the future for me. one day i will find you and be you. but i will not make the one following me suffer the way you suffered me. i can now only wish you didnt had the same promising words spoken while you were in my place because if you did, then you are doing it all wrong! And i have been following you ever since to tell you this.
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