When?

WHEN?






A second

A minute

An hour

Stream of life runs through my veins night and day.

No

It dances, following this smooth rhyme flowing randomly surround me.

Comfortably as I am, I turn around to see a reflection.

In this reflection, I see the same stream of life runs through him whispering silent days to me.

I cry out loud to be safe, yet I'm so far away. Away in this place filled with darkness and fear. Being blown by winds of uncertainty and doubts

Afraid

When will this go on or when will this end?