Preciously our frustrations circumvent into a conscious of knowingly intent.

Plans sustain, she soothes my breath. Scourge of living within a hidden stress.
Connected truly my pulse manifests, a deeper understanding, a happiness.
An intangible energy diligently I feel
Knowing one day,
Her touch will become real .

A complete wholeness to which we have become, ask no questions to how it begun.

Each day I find I suffer lately, Decaying trace of time, how it hates me . Giving me no matter or point to define, procrastination of thought to find another kind.

Wandering through the minute and no direction to the hour, where's a sense of belonging that I'd relish and devour ?
What gives is this timing a laden
Hypocrisy, in this life I own a structure that only I can unforeseen
a disadvantaged gain dependent on who it may be .

Days passing fast, cries the notion to my wave, showing me no sign that this routine could misbehave

Time to get a hold of the  fear that may strike making a better day I can rest my head at night .