Tales we like to believe ourselves
Oftentimes we spin them to others;

When it comes to a change of mind
Sometimes there is no going back;

There is a tail to every tale
(Time to move on, maybe).

The music stops when the tale ends.

That was intense –

I saw each and everyone of your faces
Like it was only yesterday
In a far away land (not here);

That was (more) intense –

I saw you as you were
Like all those years ago
Within touching distance (not there);

We smiled
We hugged
We held hands
We hung out

It was strange – we didn’t even like each other
(I secretly loved all of you.)

The world feels
Like a different place

Does it feel
That way to you too?

I can hardly say more
Without letting on more

All things are from ourselves:
Tell me why and tell me how.

Now.

The difference between

Endless and never-ending

Is that

One is a state and the other is
A process;

Endless cannot end,
Never-ending

Can end.

What were you trying to tell me?
What are you trying to tell me?

Was it a choice or a chance?

Was there ever a choice?
Was there ever a chance?

Is it a question of why or how?

Or is it a question of what?

Or when?

Questions.
(Can the answers be found in them?)

My heart broke into a million pieces when I realised all I could ever see were your flaws.

每天爱你多一些 hits differently

(Is it me or do the fonts of the chinese characters and english alphabets clash?)

Don’t look back in anger
I heard you say,

Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova;

Is this truly an oasis?

Or is this just fantasy?

Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality;

Where were you
While we were getting high?

I’m just a poor boy
I need no sympathy

Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters (to me)

Don’t look back in anger
I heard you say.

A thousand, to one
No no no, they said
Maybe yes, I still say
Who knows, that’s the point;

Don’t play, with fire
You may burn your finger, they said
You don’t understand, what this is
You don’t know me, I said;

A comma, here and there
It still remains, a comma
Neither a period, nor a capital
A comma, that is what is;

What is it, a comma
Something in between, not sure
Good can follow, maybe bad too
It is what it is, if a comma works;

A comma is also, a separation
Who knows who comes first, or last
The independent, no need for comma
The dependent, can’t live without one;

Who knows what a comma is?
At least it’s not a question mark.