I refuse to hold your hand when we walk
Does that mean that I cherish being apart?
I will not shed a tear when you depart,
Does that mean I bear no feelings on my part?
I dreamt of becoming an artist, now I’m an architect.
Nothing seems to take permanency in human respect.
All that is, is a contrary error, prevalent and mundane
Thoughts, actions and feelings are always seen the same
What you may see, I may never behold,
But what lies beneath, no one ever cared to know.