inevitable
we are dust swaying in the air
a bit of charcoal coming from the flare
smaller than a bead in a bracelet locked in the wrist
as unsure as the chance of success after taking the risk
our lives are bound to be uncertain
sometimes embraced by the blissfulness we cannot contain
sometimes trapped in a box of suffocating wind where we cannot complain
as we have just a dot of control in everything, which makes us undeniably insane
oh, how hard it is to be comfortable with uncertainty
feels like an armorless soldier stuck in a war of eternity
like a dust and bit of charcoal swayed by the wind
in this unpredictable world where going to the wanted pathway feels like a sin