Friday, November 10, 2023

You wanted a piece of music that haunts you

A gentle weeping guitar 

Strums in the distant land

Shadows fleeting in your eyes 

Humming along with the sorrowful notes 

Your heart beats along with the rhythm 

The highs and the lows,

The strong and the weak

What is it that you seek

But never find? 

Searching, searching for the answers 

And the hidden truth,

When everything, everything,

Has always been as it is and was,

When everything, everything 

Lies bare in front of you

But you don’t see them,

You don’t see them