The Years that Have Passed Me By...

Me and all the years that have passed me by,
have never seen a brighter day that was yet so dark,
to look me in the eyes and walk on by,
as if I was unknown to this weary eye;
The promise of a future that is way too bright,
just to keep my attention for a little while,
how was I to go on in this dreary night,
knowing deep down that it had all been a lie;
Finding myself as I lost it all,
maybe it wasn't just in one man's eye,
Or maybe I never really laid it all and let it die,
Because then I might have known the pain of losing it all;
It's not that I blame this bright-looking darkness,
only that I realize how I can read in between the lines,
That not all is truth and not all is lies,
walking through all these years that will pass me by.

... Mandana Divanbeigi