We have come a long way. Are you tired so you stopped?
I cannot carry you, should I like to go on
When you do not want to continue what started.
It was my journey all along, travails - my own.
We ought to be moving to get there together,
Weaving dreams out of momentary forever.
Silence slowly exhausts my spirit that would soar.
Suddenly, I did not know you like as before.
Have we reached the crossroads in time, and so part ways?
Have you gotten tired of my madness in our days?
That desire to keep on 'come my struggle alone.
I'm moving on, that I have to leave you on your own.