it states a piece of memory from the past, for you.
you'd think.
like prizes won,
you put every goodness that was not given lightly,
every love,
every heartache,
every attention,
of ours to you,
in that drawer.
and you lock it safe.
(it sounds fantastic)
you hold the key
to a drawer,
that keeps all the meaningless.
the moment they are kept in there,
they lose their meaning.
(and you deny it)
when you ran out of reason and ability to love,
when you get devoured by distraction,
you shove the love given to you into the drawer.
(a form of escapism)
it is good enough for you
that you have been loved once.
but unknowingly,
you'd be meaningless for life.
of course you don't care,
because we are only the past of your life.
you have no answers for yourself.
with your collection of prizes,
you may think you're doing better each time.
but it is only a vicious circle you are living in.
you can't escape.
soon,
your present devotion shall be
a prize you'd think you've won,
kept in the locked drawer,
forever losing its meaning.
reader k | 12/24/2005 02:04:00 PM |
