I asked myself so many times
When would it be, I sighed
When will I get to wipe my tears dry?
The certainty of the uncertainty dawn
Picture of the unknown creatively drawn
Even time, now on the run
Trusted so much in instincts
Guided by its well packaged deceits
Fooled into believing all was real
Posing itself as an imagination
Setting various thoughts in motion
Unrealistic dreams too much to mention
Journeyed so far into pain
Still?! What is there to gain
So much for a patience tamed
Looking down on what matters
Striving to gather all under one shelter
All that we've since scattered
