Where ever or how ever, I'm still holding on,
Content and at ease I have moved on.
But this moving on has a side,
Which is not so pleasant nor a good sight.
I'm happy and grateful for what I have,
But I actually moved on? now that is pretty sad.
I'm used to coming back to an empty abode,
But that does not mean, I don't feel it anymore.
I have a lovely life and I enjoy every moment,
But deep down inside, I'm still empty and vacant.
I know the tunnel will end and I'll see a new dawn,
But these roses I hold, have too many thorns.
Where ever or however, I'm still holding on,
Content and at ease, I have moved on...
