Under the countless stars,

I ponder and wait for a clue.

What was I meant to do?

W̶h̶y̶ ̶a̶m̶ ̶I̶ ̶h̶e̶r̶e̶?̶



What was I waiting for?

Will it be worth the wait?

Was it to decide my fate?

I̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶g̶e̶t̶.̶



All I remember was a feeling.

Like I had to wait and see.

Like I had to wait to be free.

W̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶s̶a̶d̶n̶e̶s̶s̶?̶



Was it for help?

Was it for something more?

Seriously, what was it for?

W̶h̶y̶ ̶s̶h̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶I̶ ̶s̶t̶a̶y̶?̶


I guess I'll wait till' the sun goes down.

W̶h̶y̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶l̶ ̶s̶h̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶I̶ ̶s̶t̶i̶c̶k̶ ̶a̶r̶o̶u̶n̶d̶?̶