The shadows of doubt
May cover our thoughts;
Cover our sights;
Or ruin our dispositions
But the shade of truth hasn't lost its
Luminance that creeps and overruns
The mind from disillusions
And bring it forth into the lighter part of the dawn.
Confined in a nostalgia that is akin to a rhyme
With hope that is free but beyond one's reach
Like the wind that musses but can never be gripped
Nor be touched like a falling rain.
Seeking refuge to some childish imaginations;
Or fantasies and pure hallucinations.
With a never ending crave for happiness and consolation
That can only be catered by a friendship that never bends.