Hidden from the moonlight.
There is something I seek,
But the prospects look bleak.
A place where I would not seek,
A name that I would not speak
Just like the oceans rumble,
My hands can't help but to tremble.
The sun, its rays light up the sky.
Birds, with their wings up high they fly.
My path is not unhindered,
I am not calm nor collected
Time marked its own beginning,
Time marks its own ending.
I made and crafted an end
Whose begin never began.
I may have searched for it.
i may have yearned for it.
I may or may not have deserved it,
Common sense deprived me of all of it.
