My Dear Friend

My dear friend, Where should ever two diverged roads cross each other? Between the b&w photo and classic paintings Between the outdoor boy who ravishes upon lush green grass and vivid sky And me, books, talks and noises of thoughts Rambling on paper and in the wilderness of mental space of graffiti We met once and over pride, we fought and went separate ways Where did the lines break? Did the train of your destiny head to the real world where people strive to be happy Whereas mine, each step leads to a new discovery, but forever bound to be lonely? What mattered doesn’t matter anymore Any pictures of the past seem so bleak and will never last So you go, you sail and cross the islands and the continents And snap more shots of happiness, of which my words always fail to attempt I’m sorry – should I have never seized the chance to say I was wrong that I wouldn’t miss what the b&w photos used to whisper: “here, here” And so I shall no longer hear and see The coincidental beauty of the two diverged roads crossing, ever more.