and what is now in time somehow
will become never
and words may seem to need a dream
to hold together
all what of why something divine
must have created
when stars and sky someday collide
i will be waiting
would it be enough just to wonder why?
would it be enough just to live and die?
will it be enough just to face the sky
with arms wide open
to turn a page and be amazed
and find the beauty
and words remain to leave a stain
and tear right through me
there was a hole of disbelief
and empty feelings
but then the why inside my life
became a meaning

i will be waiting