A Cool Breeze, Reminiscing the Sunset

This world is a lonely labyrinth

far too many encounters of the truth

shrouded in the dark of the sky

walking through the rain of youth

and inside this trench of dismay

the overwhelming face of yours shine

through all the bloodied pathways

and I am still at a lost for lines

All the scripts that I have written

printed so plainly on your saddened face

when our bright eyes become so smitten

will you still look at me with disgrace?

This dance pours over us molten weavers

stitching through the cloth of life

and when we have seen a thousand leavers

will you still have the courage for life?

So why do you wait
why do you wait
why do you linger in this neverending wait
for a chance to live as someone new
for a chance to see your sad self through
for a chance in earnest to be free of hate

Where is the chance beyond today
when is the time, if not today?