.. is not for me

Why you write all this
when you don't mean anything?
When we're not destined to meet?
Why you write all this?
Your imagination is for whom?
If not for me then for whom?
If not for me then why it makes me cry?
Why it leads me to those paths I cannot try?
Why why I say why you make me cry
when you don't mean anything?
I cannot halt what you write
with feelings maybe or just to write
I cannot halt my reading even if
it dims the insight,
One thing I can do,
I'll never write for you..
and console myself it's not for me,
howsoever I may feel the blues..