Year After Year

We spent so many nights

crawling towards.

Never stayed in moments

and didn't hear the birds,

Hair went from black to white,

skin from fresh to pale,

eyes from clear to blurry.

Year after year

with Love, Hate, and Fury.

Sometimes

we hooked hands,

Sometimes

we made friends,

Sometimes

we were alone and tense,

Sometimes

we lost faith and adherence.

Year after year

while being born and buried.

Even after glancing

at evil and fairy.

Here we are, on the same path again.

We will be drowned in the aging lake.

Getting old is the worst

and also a good little break.

Year after year

we will meet again,

Maybe I will be brown or have a beard,

Or maybe we will be distant or maybe peers.

So this time let's take it slow,

We’ll sit beside and talk low,

Give a smile when the wind blows,

year after year, go with the flow.