Its been twenty 23 years
of peaceful walks by the seashore.
I finally faced the roaring waves,
after she had chosen you.
Until one day, the waves washed the bliss
a young lad, looking like you,
washed up to my shore.
Stating he is a student of mine.
It was like peering through a mirror
of the past I have left ago.
It felt like going down like titanic.
After 23 years of peaceful state.
Everyday I see his face,
I see roaring waves.
I see my ship sinking like before.
I see competition of past choices,
Of is it you're still the chosen one
or is it me this time.
But somehow this lad
chose to go against the tide
To save me yet I held back.
Because if I do,
I'm afraid I'll see you in him
Doing the same scenario
Of swiming together with her
Back to the shore
While I go down like titanic.
