Oh damn the flowers not blossoming
When I, the bee searched nectar
Oh curse the fate not coming to fruition
When my efforts should have been the victor

Ravages of the weary life led
So far are all but my fault
Being no righteous in word or in deed
Nothing but a part in conspiracies built

Tenure of hardship is no blessing
Nor will it lead you to the happiest of endings
A boat struck by the sea storm
Rarely makes it back to the ground

What of this conjecture, what of its relation
What you want to see, is what you can't see
Make no mistake in deluding yourself
That you'll see it, when the time is right.


© Rakushe