I don’t know what to say or to believe
For I know they are doomed
Is my body not at peace
For I know time lost
For the magic of time
For I don’t know what to say or to believe
For Life is full of mysteries
And I am very tired
For tomorrow is another day
For who am I to tell the mystery
For what is it that makes 2+2
And what is it that sands the land
For fortune and fortunate don’t sound the same
And immaturity takes many given names
For my road again lonely
Yet this time my cross I bear happy
For tomorrow may be another day
And I don’t know that 2+2 makes 4
For lonely and lonesome the people
And yet and yet
July 1st, 2021