Down With The Breeze

The strokes of luck seems ended,
So as the time feels like wasted
Years passed like a breeze in a snow
Cold feet, heads low

Some dreams turned like unreachable star
I sit in the corner, look from afar
Adoring how beautiful could it be,
Wondering if it was really meant for me

Uncertainty fills our lonely mind,
Will there be another cheerful tomorrow or will we ever be alright?
Entangled in thoughts, sunk in vague dreams
Eyes wide open as the city sleeps

Despite all these horrid events, there is still yet to come,
The bask of daylight that brings warmth to the palm of our hands
Reminding us that everything are in place,
We're getting there sooner or later, we just have to thread easy in our own pace