We met and parted ways,
may be to meet once more one day.
In some other time and age,
maybe a different place.
Where the blooms will breathe deep,
or they may just crumple and go to sleep.
Or where the sun will wrinkle and freeze,
In the harsh winter breeze.
We met and parted ways,
may be to meet once more one day.
When the day may get some respite,
from its supersonic jet set life.
And when the time will take a pause,
and decide to sprawl on the green grass,
gazing upward at the night,
counting the stars in the sky.
We met and parted ways,
may be to meet once more one day.
it may just be one of our days,
with all the chaos that comes it’s way.
We may meet on that one day,
to bid au revoir once again..