Will he?

Tears has dried

Clockwork ticked so fast, so swiftly

Seasons ended

Rains are coming

Longing, catched

Right or wrong

Discovery it seems

Like religion, doubtful but comforting

Still waters

No more sulking?

Unsure of future, vows are made

Promises kept, for now we say

Sat, the wind passed

As high as we travel

Fall in pain

For certain

Yet hope for better

The root thrives

Of want and uncertain

Will he bring happiness?

Doubt

Fear

Longing

Love

Wish there was a mute in mind

Will he voice and be heard?

Still as it seen

I want the right path travelled