Quietude
defines the thoughts inside,
Sometimes I
fear and sometimes I try,
Will I get
someday what I look for, or
Someday my
dreams or I will die?
Misty sight I
may have,
Still, forward to move I have,
To see what’s
there on the other side?
Walking I am, this journey’s too long.
Failed I have many
times,
Its face so
pellucid to me,
That mist is
thick indeed,
My will is
thicker, I’ll go! Where it’ll lead?
I still have
to know.
Nothing seems
easy, nothing seems right,
People say
give up, you don’t need to try,
I don’t say a
word or say anything at all,
Quietude
defines the thoughts inside.
Insulted,
betrayed and broken I feel,
Why I ask
myself?
Why this to
be, with me?
You ripped my
trust and trampled it with ease.
I still
believe someday, someday,
I surely will
reach and receive,
Just as I try to question everything,
This mist will die and someday it’ll be clear.
