Breakfree

Staring in the eyes when our paths crossed on that winter night.

Freed me from the past, whose prisoner I was for such a long time.

For your eyes were seeking answers, questions I chose to ignore this time.

Maybe the hard way, but I learnt few lessons at end of day.

Not every song is worth singing, nor every mountain worth climbing.

Neither is every race worth running or every war is worth fighting.

Today I took back Me from you.

Freed me from the past, to which I bid adieu.

-SR.