The rain alights my face and I thirst for the God I raise my hands to that he would make a way for a life that is written in stars.
Still I wait for the bell to resound and my life of details to resume. My gut aches knowing that it surely will but I would rather reside in a hovel of something real than this fantasy of hope that promises a prosperous adoration but rather provides a hopeless illusion.
I wonder, will anyone ever know the beauty of what once was and if they do would they even understand it?
Count with me the times we laughed and joy filled us and then watch, watch with me as it is promptly carried down our chosen paths like the leaf drowning in the stream in the current storm.
Are we such cowards that we lie down and allow it washed away and mercilessly, tossed onto the rocks that lay in wait? The words that were never spoken are chiseled there, yet remain unearthed.
We relax back into our comforts and still there is none, only a void where once there was a fondness.
No, the sands of time are sinking and we shrink from troubles as we carry ourselves away from here; tripping upon the apparent lies we told ourselves. We digress for we were never worthy of such a love that we could not even muster the strength to fight for.
Once again I await; my one moment of truth.