And when they are falling,
I tend to rise from love
And rise from attachments too.
I still love the sunsets
This time I see hope, Not pain.
Still I read books
Yes but not about heartaches.
I keep flowing while they are drowning
In love , I keep soaring.
I look at the mirror
This time I see my own demise
Death in my eyes.
To be reborn
And when they are dreaming
I keep living in reality, my distorted reality.
I still wake up at 3 AM
Not misunderstood this time.
And While they are falling
I tend to rise from love.
