Sometimes it throws weird curve balls at you,
The obscure predicament called life-
It makes you twist and turn
And whine and wail;
Compelling you to revisit those places you bid half-hearted goodbyes;
And forcing you to gift farewells to what you thought was an eternity.
It makes you move around in a whirlwind
Where you’re so dizzy like a kid on a giant wheel,
And before you understand;
It’s all over.
Surrounded by ghostly laughters
Of your abandoned past.
Now, nothing matters to you.
There’s nothing familiar.
Just you and the oblivion;
With bits and pieces flashing in front of you
Like fragmented vignettes from a long forgotten dream.