Sitting by her empty pond,
A thousand thoughts
lost to the wind.
She wonders where it all began,
she wonders,
will it ever end.

An empty teapot on the table,
She wonders,
is she really able.
Everything that was, once was.
Now she's haunted by
Because.

Because
she sees,
a different future.
A place to hide
and ancient furniture.
Covered in a dust
that lies.
The sorrow lost behind her eyes.