Fade...

Words fade...
And all that remains
Is incoherent thought,
Echoing off the boundless walls
Of our mind

 So is it in vain,
These tiresome lines
And verses we write
If they fade come night...

Does it have no meaning
Defining yourself?
Or does it?
Is it finding yourself... 

Words fail us
From time to time
The days pass by
From line to line 

From word to word
Space to space
We change, rewrite...
No way to erase.

But is it this
That gives it meaning
Isn't it this
That makes life worth living?

We make mistakes,
We overwrite
Try to forget
It'll fade come night...

Does it have no meaning
Defining yourself?
Or does it?
When it's finding yourself...

                             - Nikita Sall Noronha