A tear rolled out of my eyes
I don’t know why
It rolled off my nimble lashes
Not oft but rare in random flashes
I see myself in states like these
The tear resting on my cheek
Not moving, not knowing where else to be
Not trying, neither drying, not rolling free
Wonder have I hardened such
Has wisdom taken over sensitivity?
Years gone by have changed me so much
Have I no more of them left in me?
I feel weighed by reverie
Then I smile at the joke of thee.
I am the sort who laughs with all
And tears are meant only for me to see
But what shall be of this one that stalled
Standing still and solitary.
I don’t know why
It rolled off my nimble lashes
Not oft but rare in random flashes
I see myself in states like these
The tear resting on my cheek
Not moving, not knowing where else to be
Not trying, neither drying, not rolling free
Wonder have I hardened such
Has wisdom taken over sensitivity?
Years gone by have changed me so much
Have I no more of them left in me?
I feel weighed by reverie
Then I smile at the joke of thee.
I am the sort who laughs with all
And tears are meant only for me to see
But what shall be of this one that stalled
Standing still and solitary.
