Unsure of my faith,
I take down to the path that's vague,
Where there's paradox and limitless clues-
That somehow intervene these strings of hope,
Loops and knots assemble one by one that cause recurrent pain,
Shadowed by the blanket of darkness,
Illuminated by the edge of dawn,
A low sigh escapes,
Breathless and outdated-
Remorse lurks behind the doors of ache,
Ready to be set free once every ending year