Sometimes I Wonder..

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Sometimes I wonder, that our life is a game..
With every level, we aren't anymore the same...

Sometimes I wonder...
If thoughts are worth thinking for..
If words are worth writing for...
If love is worth living for...
If life is worth just breathing for...

Sometimes I wonder..
Do you think of me like I think of you?
Like it hurts to me, does it hurt to you?
Yet, do you smile, like I do?
Or do you let it pass, having no clue??

Sometimes I wonder...
Is it all worth it?
The pain, the tears, the betrayal, the guilt? But sometimes we smile, inspite of it.. Though we know the price we pay for it..

Sometimes I wonder..
Why the chains binding me do not bind you...
I thought we were a team, of this I had no clue..
Right before me, I see you go...
I cannot come, but you don't even slow...

Sometimes I see you coming towards me..
For a fleeting moment I'm filled with glee.. But then I realise it is something else, not me..
Beyond my perception, of what I know you to be..

Sometimes I wonder...
Will you ever come back to me?
Like the rains, like the fall?
Maybe we have a chance, if at all..
But will the game, be ever the same?

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