To this experience, I must confess,
Fleeting moments of happiness,
And then the omnipresent stress,
Returns and makes my life a mess.
At moments, a rare clarity,
Life presents to me with sincerity;
The glorious dream and the harsh reality,
Lie here with the utmost veracity.
I know not what the future beholds,
I’m utterly clueless, truth be told.
So, I sit down and my hands I fold,
Praying for a place where certainty is sold.