Surrounded by silence,
Bestowed with solitude,
Looking into your eyes,
Not a word of gratitude.

Confused from within,
Order or a plea,
Whether I am the master,
Or destiny rules me

For I am imprisoned into the choice,
Tomorrow’s sunrise,
Confined by my voice,
And I choose not to speak.

But time is gushing past,
Stammering and staggering me ahead,
Toward the door to my aghast,
Where all of it ends

I will have to move forward,
For it’s the purpose that persists,
No matter the cause and effect,
Sometimes ignorance is bliss.

Don’t look at me with eagerness,
I will have to leave,
Be benign to remember me with a smile,
It will be the best, if you believe.

For I am confused from within,
Order or a plea,
Whether I am the master,
Or destiny rules me