Because I couldn’t not,
I opened the gate
Of what used to be.
The pain of the hours,
The part of the beckoning past,
And the way to upfront.

Because the door of the after
Is buried on the altar of the before,
I couldn’t not
Yield in the shadow of the yester.
I couldn’t not
Bereave the tree of nostalgia
Of what would’ve been
What hasn’t been
Or what could never be.

Because I couldn’t not,
To bear the agony of solitude,
Because I couldn’t not,
Let myself die a lil more,
Because I couldn’t not,
Depart from naivete
I opened the gate of fates
To abandon the terrors of the nights,
The uncanny thoughts of life,
And the rues of a doom day.

Because I couldn’t not,
I opened the gate
To forfeiet
The more and the beyond
Of the horizon!