I can't promise you, everything

A fragment of time, captured in moments.
Days fleet like flight, Nights carved with stars.
They always say its morning sunrise in your eyes,
Never do they mention the almost sleepless nights you mind spends awaken.
Weaving through collections, you devise affinity.
One after another, like an unceasing chronic dream.
Just as you spent under the sheets, eyes wide facing the illuminating dark, breaths still, seconds tick by.
You ask yourself, why me?

I may not have the reasons why.
But I believe these reasons find you.
Maybe you're special.
Or maybe its life's way of preaching.
Possibly the gospel of entity.

They say time discovers truth.
I guess I might say, patience is virtue.


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