Days, weeks, months, years, decades and centuries,
Oh, so how time flies,
It’s the same as always,
till the ends of time,
but when is that anyways,
it just feels like an endless loop of the same crime,
wondering the same path aimlessly,
doing the same thing continuously,
waiting for a change of pace,
just with a little patience,
maybe it’ll all be okay,
maybe a purpose will soon be found,
maybe there’s a need to stay,
and wait; for something so profound,
whatever may it be,
is yet still a mystery,
for now, it will just be loneliness,
mixed with flavors of deep sadness,
garnished with seasons of pain,
sprinkled with tears in the rain,
It will always be the same,
no matter how much time you spend,
who is there to blame,
for all this suffering with no end.