I cannot see your purpose,
I cannot know what you have vowed;
I feel miles away, somehow
try over and over, still cannot conceive
why you continue this way.
I cannot see love before me,
no continuity nor grievances relieved.
I could maybe touch something real
but the price is so much more than I can pay.
What we have been told so many times about time
is a foolish lie, bells that never actually ring;
more likely time quietly, gradually resigns
without healing one single thing.