There is hope while at work,
To work more,
As I drag myself back home,
There is hope,
Of new things I would do tonight.
Of new things I would tweet tonight.
As I reach home,
Melancholy encapsulates me.
Nostalgia,they say, is a bitch!
Oh yes, coz we are trying to run away,
From our past.
I know no way to live,
Than by being in peace with my past.
I know no way to love,
Than to recount every moment we lived.
There are piles of files to write off.
There are miles to go.
But without you,
There is just a long straight road.
It merges in the horizon;
The horizon moves with me.