I Would like tommorow
To Say 'Where are you'
To Say 'Cant Wait to see you again'
But......i'm.....

Just entrapped in the sight of ways,
Never a right of way, no display,
No words to say......that can make-up,
Nothing will re-render,

Plains of vast happenings,
Devoured By the round matter,
Do not flatter...or Attempt to invision,
From my view...nothings arisen,

And as haste passes me by,
I ponder my life, ponder why?
Why the things We see....
Can only be You and never Me.