I will always be
the man I used to be,
ever-changing;
Forever free.

I will always be
laying under Summer’s tree,
awaiting;
Autumn’s breeze.

I will always be
in your arms and in your dreams,
while far away I am;
Alone in my screams.

I will always be
the man who stared at graves,
ready to walk the paths
that my little, black, heart paves.

I will always be
the man who crept into your heart,
and faded into anonymity,
into, the cold dead dark.

I will always be
the one you never knew;
I will never be your friend;
Unbroken part of you.

I will always be
the man I used to be,
ever-changing;
Never! free.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar