forlorn

if only things work out,
if only time is right,
perhaps a disparate locus?

double never get into my life,
and yet a triple nearly ends it...
it makes me turn into a zero
this world is unfair anyway...

looking back is not an option,
but never a success prompt against doing that...
even ninny knows the same thing lies ahead forever...

time,
cozener uses to create twinge for others who venrate one...
the longer, the greater the torment...

may everyone pray that history will not repeat itself...

not every situation befit chums one have,
necessary actions will be taken and it gotta pay a price...
no one know what will be it,
and i don't wish to know either...
just hope realisation will take place to clear away the hornets' nest..

when will the right time really come?
when the sky turns dark, nippy condition sets in,
it's always nice to have a warmth touch right next to it...

keepsake,
don't ever pluck a flower out of other's garden...
wither as it goes and nothing much is gained...