"Life is a gamble,"
a question that only I can answer.
It often leaves me behind,
a mere memory of a forgotten dream.

As the dawn breaks,
I can sense the impending fall.
We will all remember this moment through t
he melodies of a bird's song:
"You have reached your destination,
but what was it like where you came from?"
Once again, the lonely question lingers,
reminding me of all that I have lost.

The path of a man is a treacherous one.
Life has taught us that it is our own worst enemy.
I am aware of this truth, yet
I find solace in the stories of others.
You may see my face, but you will never truly
know the tales it holds.
Perhaps you have heard the echoes
of my heart, but they are but empty sounds.

In the faces I encounter, I see glimpses of myself.
It is not a humble sight to witness
the abundance of love that eludes me.
Doubt consumes me, making me question
if I would ever be so carefree.
These dull faces reflect the uncertainty
that resides within me.