Thoughts of a stranger like
What are the odds today
Simple things like that
Thoughts that caresses my mind
In which I cannot possibly fanthom
The uncertainity of the road ahead
Dare not, I might say,
For the dark luring even a moment later
Is scary on it's own context
And all those things
That I cherished
In my daydream
Were shattered
From the scowl and disapprovement
Of a mother.
