Past Imperfect

Thinking of the past that's gone,
Washed away, swept away,
Gearing up for the new sun.


Still sitting alone, in my corner,
Engrossed in my thoughts.
The life's greatest adventurer,
trying to recede into a dot.


People ask, oh yes, they do.
They need brain fodder, don't they?
Pepper to spice up their tongues,
To woo...


They try to ask,
What happened,
"What went wrong?"
The effervescent stain
-The question
Yup, its gone last for long.


Life's not unfair,
No, never has been.
Sure the cost of living,
Has risen,
And I still haven't.


Phoenix, my past is,
rising above the city din.