Every interaction begins with a 'hi'

and always seems to end with a 'bye'.

But neither of us knew why.

Now who's left to question reality, am I?

I don't even know if you were real or not or just in my head.

I don't even know if you're still out there, alive or not, oh the dread.

You coloured yourself in purple but it should have been red.

I fell deep into your trap, yes you got into my head.

But I acted like nothing ever happened instead.

And you died or at least that's what the voice in my head said.

I know it's not worth thinking about anymore,

mainly because there was nothing at the core

of it all, it was emptiness galore.

But how was it entertaining, never did it bore.

I wonder if it had any purpose,

if we crossed paths for a reason.

A passing verse or reoccurring chorus,

or an ephemeral, changing season.

Only God knows, we mortals can only guess and theorise.

We can only look back and analyse.

But all the past does is fade and crystallise.

And we move on, with our feet and eyes.

What is born eventually dies.

Yes, the falcon, it flocks, it flies.

While the swan swims, it cries.

Never was it our place to have the answers

but to ask the questions that piled.

And the moonlight on the lake dances

while I remained a good, quiet child.

One who stood there and smiled.

How I wish my soul had a bigger role to play,

how I wish I could leave this body behind and float to the stars

the stars are the other souls that's what the night sky likes to say,

or maybe they're just light hiding dark scars.

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