Marmalade Skies
Marmalade skies are at sea, rowing
You're changing without you even knowing
Where is it that you're lacking, you stop to ponder, is it because your heart has grown fonder?
It's a pity to have come to this conclusion, with it's sharp contrast and twisting illusion.
Who is it that you've hurt so badly, is it somebody you have once loved madly?
Or is it somebody who falls beyond your arena, flesh and bones, with a heart and plea.
Somebody that seeked your attention, who never asked but symbolized.
And, who is it that's changing after all? What is 'Changing'?
Is it the shift from green to autumn, your shift from moody to compromising, or my shift from violet to mint?
Is it just a Shift afterall?
Maybe it's nothing.
Maybe all the decisions you've ever made are wrong, that land you in a state you can't seem to escape. Or perhaps you've been making all the correct decisions, you can hope for an award later on.
But, maybe, in all probability, nothing will happen.
It will leave you dangling in middle of a vacuum, without rhythm, silence breathing down your neck, the drops of precipitation on your head, drop by drop, of silence.
Or it could be the tears from your eyes, of helplessness, of self doubt, of things never going the way you planned them to go, and no matter wherever you intended them to go,
you find them back in that vacuum, scattered shamelessly around you.
Amidst the tall debris of past skeletons, present bodies and future beings, you wonder what has changed.
You beg empty souls for answers, for simple approvals, for understanding. You beg before a god you don't believe in, selfishly deeming the entity your last resort.
Nothing but a little bit of self assurance can be your aid.
Maybe change isn't that which happens to the seasons, or to your temperament, or to my choice.
Maybe we can safely laugh the question, "You have changed" off.
Then again, It's a pity that these questions ever came into picture.
Your changing, is as beautiful as the seasons. Your laughter, your sigh, your anger, your cry, your decisions, they are all governed by Time.
We behave to suit situations, not with the objective of transformation.
Change then, is very subjective, personal, and always right because one believes it is right. It is right to you when it pleases You.
What is it that you're lacking then? You look back and wonder, your perception has been a blunder.
But here's to changing without reason, dancing and loving like any other season.
Meanwhile, the marmalade skies continue to row, changing colors before you know.
You're changing without you even knowing
Where is it that you're lacking, you stop to ponder, is it because your heart has grown fonder?
It's a pity to have come to this conclusion, with it's sharp contrast and twisting illusion.
Who is it that you've hurt so badly, is it somebody you have once loved madly?
Or is it somebody who falls beyond your arena, flesh and bones, with a heart and plea.
Somebody that seeked your attention, who never asked but symbolized.
And, who is it that's changing after all? What is 'Changing'?
Is it the shift from green to autumn, your shift from moody to compromising, or my shift from violet to mint?
Is it just a Shift afterall?
Maybe it's nothing.
Maybe all the decisions you've ever made are wrong, that land you in a state you can't seem to escape. Or perhaps you've been making all the correct decisions, you can hope for an award later on.
But, maybe, in all probability, nothing will happen.
It will leave you dangling in middle of a vacuum, without rhythm, silence breathing down your neck, the drops of precipitation on your head, drop by drop, of silence.
Or it could be the tears from your eyes, of helplessness, of self doubt, of things never going the way you planned them to go, and no matter wherever you intended them to go,
you find them back in that vacuum, scattered shamelessly around you.
Amidst the tall debris of past skeletons, present bodies and future beings, you wonder what has changed.
You beg empty souls for answers, for simple approvals, for understanding. You beg before a god you don't believe in, selfishly deeming the entity your last resort.
Nothing but a little bit of self assurance can be your aid.
Maybe change isn't that which happens to the seasons, or to your temperament, or to my choice.
Maybe we can safely laugh the question, "You have changed" off.
Then again, It's a pity that these questions ever came into picture.
Your changing, is as beautiful as the seasons. Your laughter, your sigh, your anger, your cry, your decisions, they are all governed by Time.
We behave to suit situations, not with the objective of transformation.
Change then, is very subjective, personal, and always right because one believes it is right. It is right to you when it pleases You.
What is it that you're lacking then? You look back and wonder, your perception has been a blunder.
But here's to changing without reason, dancing and loving like any other season.
Meanwhile, the marmalade skies continue to row, changing colors before you know.
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