Out of no where; appearance made
Allergic to questions
And standing grounds of stay.

To the past or future
A thought unconcluded
Disguising the rich's efforts
Bending them to their knees
Kissing enemity with friendship.

All resting their cases in a nest;
Nothing gives progress besides hope
Early or late, All to face departure
You can't live by wishes
Because reality strikes the strong naked
And robs them of their precious'
Binding to all life postures.