Amid worldly lineups and chores,
I watch everyone as they pass through the door.
Hallucinating my horcrux fall apart and tear,
My mind is at sixes and sevens here.
As prosaic as each day seems,
I count every second as it passes.
Breaking off in a loop, falling back in,
Like a bird trying to fly with a broken wing.
And each time I take a long fall,
I look down at my phone.
Wishing for it to flash that one call,
Probability of which to both is well known.
And chase I can as much as I like,
What matters most is that you live your life.
So pray as much as I may,
But we know it’s always one who’s at stake.
So embracing these dark clouds in the sky,
I’ll shed a tear for you not stopping by.
And if it is the rains that I have to befriend,
I shall. Cause I realize,
Even the brightest sunshine
Can’t offer me the light of my life.