Thursday, August 24, 2006

Once upon a time not so long ago, there lived a little boy. With hopes and dreams he entered the world, with friends all around. Just like a little boy, he had dreams and hopes. At first he thought he could change the world. Let them change so he thought.
As he grew older and wiser, he knew now that he couldn't change the world. For to the world, he was just another inhabitant, small and insignificant. It's alright he said to himself, I'll change those around me.
Years went by and wiser still he grew. As he watched the world change, as sure as night comes with day, he knew he had failed. He couldnt change them at all. Sadly he watched his friends change a little more each day, one by one. Each venturing on their own paths. Separation, through distance and people. And so he learnt that the only change he could ever bring about was to change himself.
Not so long a time ago, everything seemed so perfect. When friendships were forged that seemed unbreakable. Now with the errosion of the winds of time, the chains of friendship are starting to rust. How this little boy wished he had taken better care, as he watches on helplessly, watching the chains fade to dust.
To turn back time, just once, if only. Silence he kept as he watched the world unfold around him. Even as he watched on, he knew that he was a little boy no more, even he had changed for better or worse. Yet that little boy so young and naive still lived within, one day perhaps.


And time keeps slipping away
And time will turn to grey
And time will be the one who holds you down

If only you could take a step back to see the distance, what if that little boy could change no more?

just another day
Painting the sky grey @ 11:17 PM

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