nothing spoken nothing written,
the givings and happenings hurts upon smitten.
all gone unsaid.
endurance is a game played..
with unknown things ending up dead.

now the pattern is a futile reading.
the hearts desire is understanbly nonunderstanding.
i just go and go..
tentalizing is the show;
at least to some.. for me; as i said i go.

the last bit makes one boggle,
cause it is a actually a fuddle.
that would bring us and me...
to nothing new as far as eye can see.
until the ultimate one allows my flee.

sukran