The estuary where the river meet the sea,
Where time itself ceases to be,
Where birth and death are written in the soil…
An unseen utopia, a land without turmoil.
Where boundations are none, nor of time nor of space
I’ll meet you my friend in that far off place.
I still remember our cackles and giggles alike.
The cacophony so mellifluous, got grandpa’s bp to spike.
Our dreams were different, visions even more.
Running after which left us battered and sore.
When I turned around to seek you, you were no longer there.
The distance between us had quadrupled, in no time to my despair.
My shoulders yearn for that brotherly hold,
For the mischief we created, the stupid lies we sold.
I’ll meet you, my friend, in that far-off place,
where boundations are none, nor of time, nor of space.
I had to kill the boy in me to be the man I am.
Hard on the outside, empty on the inside, all for the gram.
I know the mind is temporary, memories will fade.
So I have you etched onto my soul to be my karmic aide.
Now I’ll meet you, my friend, in that far-off place, where boundations are none, nor of time, nor of space.
If we were ever to meet in this realm again,
Or if time were to turn back to where it all began.
If the stars somehow aligned, and rewrote our fate.
I’d forever cherish that moment with you, my mate.
So wait for me love, in that far-off place,
where boundations are none, nor of time, nor of space.
– Qurious D