What’s the point in meeting someone
Who isn’t interested
Or is reluctant
To sit beside or talk over a meal
And yet, the mind is industrious
that never stops weaving
Possibilities and promises
Like a marketing guy
Who knows how to pitch
And knows how to hit
When the iron is hot
It has made me go to a station
Even when I knew that the train has left
It makes me knock the doors
Even when I see big locks in front
but I obey his orders
quite often I do
Because It makes me believe
There might be an ember in the ashes
And to honor the present moment
To deny the worries of tomorrow
I stay faithful to the uncertain clarity