You’re everywhere I look; you’re everything I see,

The fact that I must face: you are a part of me.

Everything in common, yet nothing left to speak,

With everything around me, this life is rather bleak.

A man once said giving is getting, and I suppose that’s true.

But when I give, and don’t receive, what else will you have me do?

Flipping coins and guessing games are now a part of life,

Because nothing in life is definite except my struggle and strife.

I suppose I’ll wait in solitude til the proper time comes,

Just wait and wait, until the suffering and agony sums.