I have been waiting, waiting for long. But for what exactly? I wonder. I see people around me, dancing on songs. Oh they are so happy, happy in their world. I see the birds in pairs, fly. Flying high in the endless sky. Far in the horizon they fade away. With a home to return at end of the day. I see the little fishes, in the little pool. Gently swimming around the bushes. Swimming around, poking the snails. As little bubbles come out of their mouths. I walk down the road, watching the view. Accompanied by my own shadow. The air is alive with the music of two, And I'm just here listening, as I wallow. The sun is warm, yet I feel so cold. Maybe it's because there's nothing to hold. And even though it's so bright. I feel so dull despite the lights. I walk, leaving my footprints in the sand. And I look back to see them erased. I keep walking until I'm approached by two. To capture a memory for them, they request. And they both run inside the frame. Masking the sun, they held hands. And I press a button to capture the moment. As they danced, in the golden hour. Would they fly together if they were birds? Or blow bubbles while poking the snails? I wonder if they will even be together. By the end of their fated tale. Oh I have been waiting, waiting for long. But for what exactly? I wonder. I see people around me, dancing on songs. So happy they are, happy in their world.