In The Times To Come
In The Times To Come
In the times to come, stars softly gleam,
My story as a sad boy, like a haunting dream,
Longing for love, I tread a lonesome way,
In a world uncertain, where emotions sway.
My eyes, like stormy seas, hide my desire,
A love I crave, a soul set on fire,
But deep within, a fear gnaws at my heart,
Searching for solace, I’m torn apart.
In the times ahead, I’ll stumble and learn,
Through joys and sorrows, my soul will churn,
This chapter unfolds with hope’s fragile thread,
As my journey as a sad boy begins to spread.
Through laughter’s warmth and sorrow’s cold,
I chase love’s mirage, both young and old,
Yet the specter of heartbreak is always near,
On love’s precarious precipice, I stand, I fear.
In the times to come, I’ll face the unknown,
With a heart so fragile, yet beautifully overblown,
I’ll fall, I’ll rise, in this intricate dance,
As the archive of my sadness starts its trance.
