The
cycle of our lives
We
thought it had gone
The
sweet memories and sad stories
The
promises and missed opportunities
The
past just can't let go
For
a while it was buried
Nobody
wants to talk about it
Then
it comes in with a life of its own
The
past affairs, lovers and clowns
The
watering holes, one night stands
The
affairs of the growing up years
We
thought we could forget.....
In
the park the colourful sights
The
soft warm breezes touching souls
The
knowing eyes and the game of it
The
cycle of our lives
In
the lounges; in hotel lobbies
The
waiting games of secret affairs
The
corrupted and greedy minds
The
pimps and willing customers
The
blackmails and the secrets out
The
faces trying to hide away
The
cycle of our lives
It
never wants to stop..
It
is just let to sleep
Until
the day when trust disappears
The
past will catch up with us
The
long cool night the headaches cry
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