Everything now adds up to about less than nothing.
Insignicant is now what used to be the best of me.

It took me long to learn to cherish what I had in hand,
What I had in hand didn't take too long to turn and leave.

You, my friend, had always everywhere held my hand.
I knew this wouldn't last forever and you too'll leave.
But in wake of that did you really have to amputate me?

Don't worry, I'll survive, I'll see these days through too.
I'm sorry. What was that? O! That doesn't really suit you?

I'll leave this house, this street, this town if that's your wish.
Yes yes, I'll clean up too before I hand over the keys.

And you sir, you there, standing and trying to judge me
If I'm giving up or breaking down or just stepping aside
Don't stress yourself, forget everything and move on. Really.

A long time has passed.
Dust has settled on me and around.
This room has grown old and grey.
The masterpiece I had promised myself
Has not even started to take form.
And I too am lost in this stretch of time.

But now you come and awake me,
Stir life in this dead and decayed place,
Write your name on the dust on my desk,
With a gentle scribble of your fingers.
I get up and follow you out of the room
Forgetting the masterpiece, now complete, behind.