I never knew what you did want,
It was not clear from your font.
I kept looking for solace,
But could never reach that place.
There were things scattered,
And dreams that looked tattered.
Is there supposed to be a solution,
Or a place that looks like conclusion?
Life, tell me was I wrong,
Or the tide was just too strong.
I know, it will be a tiring walk,
Before I reach the epilogue.