Being oblivious became a way..

I never held Them with strings
But We were tightly woven
They danced and laughed at their whim
And forever till then, let me be me
I basked happily with Them
And under Their warm shades
I retained the glow and the shine
There was overwhelming love
And some tears
And more love
Then there was some freshness
I still danced with Them
The freshness was irresistible
A lot of new 'Them'
I got absorbed
Carried metaphorically away
Plunged into the new world
The threads became worn
When I plunged into the new
And gave way, the dancing stopped
There was a lull
But, I was still dancing
Being oblivious became a way
They tried, and tried to dance along
I had let Them go.

Being oblivious became a way
Indulging more of me into new
'New' being absolutely relative
Is my 'way' on an infinite loop?

Anyway, My heart hasnt let 'Them' go.
It never, will.