We in our constant tangle of thoughts and reason and need
we are certain to be the victim of an insecurity,
in a time of words,
when suddenly the meaning,
strikes us in the heart,
begins to ache when trying to find an answer,
to know the future,
we wonder about all the things we cannot have
in the moment,
are they still going to be available then,
at a time we imagined otherwise.
We live in the quiet of our mind,
only to find we can often sense the other,
just a matter of knowing
when is the right time.
Who can possibly predict the future,
when so many signals,
so often the same routines,
goals, desires, passions,
when the human condition continues,
to wind the wheel,
the master plan.
We might only allow ourselves to believe,
there is truth, we just need not fight for its reveal.