Why does the inner-self feel sated?
Why is there no void anymore?
The ambivalence is untangled,
I have no time for love anymore
The work has won all my attention
Even when it costs me happiness
Life can either be happy or full;
And work ensures a certain fullness
Unrequited love made me happy;
So perhaps, I’m a mere masochist
Love before, now work as punishment
Though in dire need of a pacifist.
Spending years without making memories
Telling oneself it won’t matter due arrogance
Believing that growth isn’t chronological,
That time can be skipped, avoiding aberrance.
Not knowing it may cause emptiness in soul
A void that is indeed older than the time
A man must embrace past to move forward
The way, roots grow first to build the stem
Because some things have a higher meaning
And if past is unembraced, then it plagues
The time gone by is a dangerous thing if
Ignored, it doesn’t catch up, it overtakes.