Life goes on,
as it always has.
To the ticking of the clock,
and never in a flash.
I wish I knew the reason,
I wish I see the light.
But I seem to move in circles,
confined to my plight.
You said you're the one giving,
while I just seem to hurt.
Though I think my heart is breaking,
when my words are curt.
I wish I knew the reason,
I wish we both could last.
But there's no sure way of returning,
No short-cut to the past.
Why are we both so stubborn? Why do we have to quarrel on the second day, just after we met after a year and a half? Why is it always over the same things? Why do our conversations never seem to depart from the norm? Why are you the same old you and I the same old me? Why does time fade memories but never erase them completely? Why do old feelings resurface faster than they were buried? So many whys... Not a single answer. Why?