Sometimes I miss scenes of the sea
As I pass by,
And souls that say hello and goodbye.
Because life sometimes
takes every inch of time,
Barely allowing moments to rest,
Hardly giving time for oneself.
Is it true that one gets too busy for love,
Or does work consume your joy,
Consumes it all?
Or am I blinded by the thought that we’re okay,
But in reality, love isn’t there at all?
All efforts won’t blind me;
Time never divides it.
Once time is made, one recognizes it.
But the people that surrounded me—
Where did they go?
They’re still here yet not whole.
They are all consumed by themselves,
Oblivious to all my...