25 July 2011

When I have no idea
Of when or what you’ll be
Why do I feel you there
That you’ll come certainly

You’re like your other siblings
A sun rise and sun set
But to me you are frightening
Though you’re not here as yet

What you mean means everything
And nothing all the same
If I cannot you realise
It’s I who’ll be ashamed

To warrant your arrival
I must work and then some
But I still can’t imagine
That you, my day, will come


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