“Stale Life”
Mornings have become stale after a moonless night
The night that came before is silent as an empty space
I’m getting tired in hearing my own breathing
I can’t even notice the minutes that passes by
The traces of the past are starting to blur and it’s unimaginable
Recalling every bitter experience only makes sense with the feeling of security
Taking a step forward feels like walking against the current
Are we meant for something greater or a simple stale life?
Should make the change to make things work the way we wanted them to be?
We are always been there for each other but we are apart
There’s nothing that’s holding us back but we are not making any move
A stale yet flourishing life is never a choice but it’s becoming the life for us…
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