I was running out of words
As I have run out of feelings
There are cuts, burns
But they never make me cry
There are people, scary
But I never speak in shriek
My voice is firm since a while
I don’t care what people say
There are going to say anyway
So I let them.
I think we all are waters
Some boil underground
Some are frozen over hills.
But I am the one who comes in your tap
Since the one who is running is only me.
I have lost a few and I don’t want to get them back
Since, I feel I lost them for good
Or may be that they left me for good
Their own good
Maybe they are better off without me
Because I am the one who comes in your tap, not them
Some use me, some save me, some throw me away
But I am always running
I don’t know from what, or whom
I don’t know when God has planned to turn off the tap
Or if He has plans to give me another direction
I have got to run
Because that’s the only thing I know.