I wrote One Year Gone while I was trapped inside my own silence.
Not because I wanted to stop — but because life forced me to….
After a foolish motorcycle accident with my 1995 Harley-Davidson, moving at barely five kilometers per hour, I slipped on water and fell. Something small. Something stupid. And yet, everything changed.
My right knee was shattered almost completely. Suddenly, I was stuck at home, on crutches, unable to walk, unable to escape — for at least a month till now 02/01/2026…
When the body stops, the mind begins to run.
Days became long. Nights became louder. And inside that stillness, thoughts started circling me like ghosts.
I realized how fragile life really is. How in a single second, everything can flip upside down. How what we call “given” — breath, movement, tomorrow — is not given at all.
Time keeps flowing. Everything fades. And inside that fading, we too can disappear at any moment — like a small candle trembling in the dark.
Lying there, unable to move, my entire life passed in front of my eyes.
I remembered my old friends. My student years. The nights with guitars and laughter. The freedom I never truly appreciated when I had it.
And I realized something painful and beautiful at the same time: under different circumstances, that accident could have been stronger. I could have been gone. That thought crushed me — and saved me.
It showed me the vanity of things we chase. It pushed me closer to God — or at least to the truth that we are often just dust in the wind, pretending we are solid.
Between the ages of 20 and 46, between youth and responsibility, between dreams and family life, every memory came back. Every regret…. Every love….
Every year….
That is how One Year Gone was written as a confession. Each line is a piece of my life. Each verse is time speaking back to me.
“Then boom — like someone hit a switch, twenty straight to forty-six.”
This line captures the shock of time. One moment you are young and careless, the next you wake up older, wounded, responsible — wondering where the years went.
“One year lost, one year gone, fades so fast, like a broken song.”
The refrain is about how all years slip away, unfinished, imperfect — like a melody that ends before you’re ready.
“Two close ghosts inside my head, foggy roads where memories bled.”
These ghosts are Anger and Sadness….
Anger I was and Sadness I became… — 2 ghosts walking side by side, arguing, forgiving, hurting each other.
“How’d I spend my life this way? Night regrets came to stay…”
This is the question we ask only when everything goes quiet. When there is no noise left to distract us from ourselves.
Closing Thought
One Year Gone was written from pain, gratitude, fear, faith, and awareness. It was written because I stopped moving — and started seeing.
I wish everyone a Happy New Year, a healthy and accident-free 2026,
with luck, strength, and the wisdom to value time before it becomes a memory.