One desires for love fortune
with a chance of an everlasting
where destiny spins for us
and we process the odds of misfortune.
Why do we agree and not block the answers
Is it our nature to withhold and accept the outcome?
Can the battles be won without weapons of sentiments?
Are we allowed a say?
We can aspire for numbness
but we cannot step forward with cowardice.
Is it that we fear?
Or is it that we do not care?
The clock ticks to an unknown outcome
and we can falsely move backwards
it is all an illusion. We can’t retract.
For gratefulness is clear when not blind
and sadness disappears with dreams of company.
We can choose to look back,
but the paths will collide without force.