When it rained out of season
Some eyes were wet
But some were lit bright
Paradoxes are pervasive
You can choose
A valley of voids
Or a peak of promises
Coherent chaos
Coherent chaos
Malignant meanings
Why are you so hopeful?
Maybe the seeds are sprouting
Silence will speak
Wait
Tide is turning
Pitcher of perseverance leaking
I had faltered again
and again
falling for small silvers of solace
may seem trivial
does not first leak
in the pitcher of perseverance seem small too
till it does not hold any water
ask yourself
don’t hide your face
accept
affirm