And I wonder,
what colour of hairs I have in your story.
What is that you think I am afraid of,the most ?
how exactly do you see me?
Because I hope,
of all the millions ways possible of doing so,
you didn't opted the way I chose to.
it is worst one.
Though I ponder,
what kind of cape I wear in your dreams,
or am I the one who always yearns to be saved.
Do I have walls that you feel safe in,
or curtains just like your earliest memory of childhood castle?
have I ever been your home?
The questions are metaphorical,
and answers may be marvelously massive.
Just answer one question and then leave if you wish to.
How do I end up in your story?
Do I die,
or get vanished without a sign ?
Am I killed,
or get faded slowly ?
Does the last scene has you,
telling some random stranger about our story ?
Or is it you,
telling some strange story to me,
am I the stranger ?
Solve this riddle for me,
and I promise I will not question more.
There will be a chain of them though,
but I will quench it by my own theories. Just like I always do.
what are you going to tell them,if the ears aren't mine?
Or, who are you talking about,
if you are talking to me ?
Who is going to play the victim,
and what will be the crime ?
But I am not going to ask you for a stay.
Staying has eternally been really tiring to you,
Reply and disappear.
How do I end up,
in your story?
Rejoin and fly.
So that I may know,
how you end up in mine.....