Reverie

I would like to be selfish and think of what’s good for me
Selfishness born out of fear of the unknown
I would like to protect myself
That my heart would not bleed with the torn of nothingness

I would like to be selfish
Yet, where is love in there?
It’s only when I let go and not force things to happen
Even if it means there might be uncertainty looming ahead

The ringing of a distant bell signifies a start or a finish
In the bouts and darkness of misery,
There is a slit of hope that things will work out
Not only for a chance but for a lifetime

The light in the western sky starts to fade
It brings me back to my reverie
As the dark hours appear, I will meditate on one thought
In this life, happiness is measured not in scale, but of quality