so(u)l

There it is going down
all colour slowly fading out
voices of the world are loud
but not one to care about

Time and tide before its eyes,
people to watch and anticipate..
a long while it has tried
alas no purpose it finds to stay

How long can it burn alone
to shed light for a few others
eaten away till its bone
now it ceases to bother

It has set, weighed down by salt water
what difference be it if tear or ocean?
those it burned for move on faster
it stays unsought, the lonely one

Each one to his own

I try to run after him and he slips by
He seems away, then I find him by my side
When I look away, so does he
But when I lean in, he reaches for me

I may be called a hundred things
For chasing that to which I cling
No doubts, I have been asked to let go
But the one who never gave up, ask what he knows

Seems pretty dark, but it is so
nevertheless, my pursuit is not low
for some it is dreams, for others a love
for me it is my shadow that I cant think above