Your dreams come true
Or don’t
This is a catch
You’re left with equal pain
In both cases
A silk of time got old
And got a stretch
That you confuse for
Infinite love spaces.
You're begging for a miracle
And yes,
You'll get it
When no miracles are needed
Perhaps for God
Your life is game of chess
His figures black or white -
You can not read it.
Your eyes are open but
You soul is blind
You feel like you are given
Many chances
But, for some reason,
They are not your kind
You're waiting still for something
That enhances
Your face, your world, you time,
Your fricken life,
That's spinning on a tip of your gold finger
When someone with a sharp and sparkling knife
Is pointing it at you, defenseless thinker