what we don't speak of

 what we don’t speak of

found inside our hearts

down in certain corners

it hides whenever we start-

thinking of the day,

thinking of the night,

soon we feel it passing

just another pang tonight…

if we had more choices

if  we had a second time

if we had more knowledge

would we face the door aright?

opening to our moments

opening to our regrets

but finding pages empty

those memories one forgets

and passing through all seasons

and passing through all lines

there among the stories

the tender times that rhyme…

we have scrawled such a story

acquainted with such a life

if we had more knowledge

would we face the door aright?

beating at the window

knocking on the walls

ignoring pains and process

ignoring breaks and falls

flying moths are dying

winter comes tonight

where the heat is waning

will there be another fight?

if we had more choices

if we had a second time

if we had more knowledge

would we face the door aright?