How unfair will it be in life’s fall,
when all prayers go unheard as miseries befall.
When the sun goes dark while you’re truly lost,
when the pain is deep and corrupting your trust,
when you look for light yet shadows surround,
and the mysteries of life still leave spellbound.
When the eve of truth shall be infested with lies,
and you know not when to believe your eyes.
When dreams are a thousand miles apart,
and you have no clue where to start.
When you lose everything on bets disbelieved,
to find out that you’ve loved enough yet haven’t lived.
The perplexed bystander, You could not move on,
staring with bloodshot eyes as others drove on.
Then shall you seek out that dream of yours,
where no vices reside outside your door.
Where the grass stays green and the sky a constant blue,
where betrayal and falsehood are topics of no clue.
Where you have no fear of being trodden upon,
where you have all your inhibitions withdrawn.
Where you succumb to your own ashes and find that,
you’re living as a myth with none to pull you back.