It came as it is,
Incessant trail of memories,
Liberated from the judgment in the abstract life.
All the colors had been lived,
Pink cheeks to pale skin,
Eyes wide, saw the grey life.
Dreams weren't bulletproof,
These hands pulled the trigger,
For reality to come through,
I couldn't save you.
Sacrificed dreams, for a life to be lived,
With duties showered in the transient body,
Now this body floating on the blue surface is my reality.
Up above the mirror of blue sky are my dreams.
You see me, I see you,
Released and relieved,
I close my eyes.