Monday, October 31, 2011

Uncertainty That Is

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It's neither hope nor haven
When you are on the track by yourself
When your dreams run away, and sanity's soon gone,
When it is chilling deep inside;

While trying your luck on your way
Expect to take a walk or a meal,
Mishaps on a track always happen
And offers no such agreement;

You alone, stripped of thy strength,
Lost, but still so cold to care,
Everything I owned was packed in the sleigh,
Yet uncertainty still hangs in the air.