these changes in my life
seem to be happening too fast
one moment drowning in nostalgia
next second running from the past
that’s holding me back
keeping me stuck to

the taste of their lips
the nights of fleeting trysts
I remember
those eyes made of riptides
I feel
looking back at it asking
if these changes are really, real

too many demons have won
over my soul
which I regret
too many people have taken
my own, for it own
how much I’ve wept

the face of a stranger
the gaze of his, smoulders
like ember
those eyes made of riptides
I now fight
in fighting I’ve found
my hidden might

these chances in my life
say there is no turning back
one man drowning to another
but I know he’ll be the last
of those who hold me back