Unmistakeably

We cannot escape our true selves.
What we want and long for is constantly pounding our brains in so many forms... sometimes, ideas flow out of those highly pressured synapses. Others, mere threads of ideas, discontinued trains of thoughts.



"It's unmistakeably me,
Who is trying to convey a simple idea.

It was but a lapse of time,
Was it yours? Was it mine?
It was but a syncope in an informal speech,
A hidden path or place I could not reach.
Yet, something will follow...
Something will come out of this.

It was but a flick of the eye,
Did you feel it? When? Why?
The years passed... what did we run after?
Tears will follow but so will laughter.
Now, something will follow...
Something... greater than this.

One pushes the other...
One presses another...

It's unmistakeably me,
Who is lost in a thought inside a huge galleria."

      - in "Unmistakeably", by Hyug Badox