The ghost of a question hangs on by
Always lurking, always haunting, always by my side
With a beautiful face its feature has it tempts
Then eats you, plays you again and again and again

I don't know, I don't know I whisper
It doesn't go away
It grows bigger, bigger, bigger especially in the day
Stop it, please stop. I don't know I cry
Instead it laughs for you are not getting by

It says "Can't you see, What's real is this, accept if you must
Only the future could see, the future is what you could trust
But uncertainty it holds, it protects it dear
You just have to wait, you'll have to hang on still
Until then I'm here, until then you'd see me
Until the future gives it judgement, I'll be laughing with glee."



*"would anyone *love me?"