Endless hunt
Will you meet me on rainy a day,
Heart as fragile and soft as a clay
After chasing for years a sunray,
And oblivious to what people say.
Is it only your voice in my head —
“Baby, keep holding tight to this thread.
Let down burdens and forget the dread,”
While I wake up alone in my bed?
I may never come ask you upfront,
And you might never answer as blunt,
But at some point, I’ll need to confront
If it’s worth it to keep up this hunt.