For grievancies forpassed...

Alone you wander in the darkness
Trapped in memories that jump out of the blue
Like little dwarfs with clinking boots...
The noise, insanly loud, hammers your head like crazy
As if the world thwarts against you...
Like furious blows of a merciless past
They come at times when you least expect, crashing your present...

You needed them some time ago...
You needed to survive through them...
They offered you the air you breathed and the anger that kept you going...

Did they fade out that soon?
Did you let go of the memories that fast?
Does this mean that the thick veil of oblivion has covered your heart?

Faces of the past will always follow...
They can see through time and space...
Their eyes keep watching you
Through that washed-out photo you keep under your pillow...

Life... What a gift!
With baby steps you must go on...
Your fate itself has preset the course...
Alone or not, you will soon find out...
Your quest is out there, waiting for your grasp...
The universe keeps plotting...
No man knows whether it's for him or against him...
No matter what we suffered, we are doomed to start again...

Fresh starts... Perennial...