Consumed by a memory,
nostalgia cuts deeper than the sharpest of minds.
Feeling so lonely,
reminiscing those days always during the night.
Addicted to a feeling,
feeling worried about the whatever possible outcome.
Staring at the ceiling,
waiting patiently for the sun to come.
Maybe things were meant to be this way,
just like daylight awaits the night.
Maybe the cards were there to lay,
hoping for me to one day find the light.
Reliving a past life,
now has become a second chance.
Reading between the lies,
searching truth for my virtue to enhance.
