
Whatever will be, will be.
Dilemma or predictability?
We try to hold on, it slips,
Time, like the grains of sand,
From in-between the fingers,
Here we wait for the new dawn,
Struggling to recollect that forgotten song,
Would it be a lesson? These explorations?
Some self-discovery? Or reminiscence?
Will I identify my essence?
Before I rest in Thy presence?
Whatever will be, will be…
Story yet to unfold, future yet to reveal!