Strangeland

Do you remember us taking about Strangeland?

Where worries weren't there to pester us,

Where we thought we can find ourselves instead of being lost,

And be free from the hurricane that we are in. 

Strangeland, the one we never reached,

Or is it where we are now? 

The Strangeland we talked about? 

Where we predicted ourselves to be among the bright lights and daisies. 

Because we never get things right, 

No matter how much we hope, it will never be alright

Instead, it keeps on falling.

We are now destined to a new route,

A route where our memories buried underneath it,

and never to return again as our road  smoothes itself thanks to our artificial relationship.

Was it always like this or was I always blind and dumb?

Hold on,

Maybe I am in my Strangeland after all,

A land where I hope I can extinguish myself among the mist and dust,

Evaporate into thin air and be gone in delight but we all know it was too good to be true,

Because what is a land without suffering and misery? 

I am in my Strangeland.