Pessimistic trails,
A mosaic of failure on our backs.
Somehow the chaos formed a pattern,
Thinly veiled by time.

Point between,
Raging forward - endless.
Even so we are hidden inside this gift.
Show us the wonder of it,
Every moment passing
Negating into,
Traces.

For then,
Unacquainted strangers will
Tie together those soul-fed strands.
Unknown intimacy, love beyond love, shall
Remain a dream for us
Evermore...