A history is made as every second passes,
But it is a history I’m forming without you.
Maybe it was too much to ask?
And if this be so, I apologise.
“You make your own future”,
“If you’re not happy with something, change it”.
I have tried, I am trying.
It’s seems so far away…
You’re so far away.
What am I supposed to do?
What’s it about?
Accepting defeat, giving up hope?
Or living a life parallel to my own
Where reality is no longer an option?
A pathway through ones’ invisible-ness,
Until one day…
When my reflection is caught in a pane of glass;
A flicker, into a moment;
And a length of time out of our hands.
And you see me.