After walking down the empty road, Satisfied with his moment of solitude, Carrying around a thoughtful load, He's overcome his state of incertitude Been far away for far too long, High time for him to move along, From shades of grey, the blacks & whites, No longer scared of the gloomy nights, Been counting down the days since start, Repercussions of the heavy heart, Unaware are those not affected, Nightmare for those infected Blabbering like a clueless saint, Sane memories seem to disappear, The vivid details start getting faint, As death seems to draw near He opens his eyes to a destination unknown, Caught between the jaws of affection and anxiety, On the way, as a man, he's grown, Leaving behind his state of notoriety
By Ken Ahuja