Frustrations, how interesting.

One day so prominent,

The next one non-existing.

What sayest thou,

Interpreter of this and that?

Do you think it’s part of the scheme,

You’re always talking about?

I don’t know, good sir,

I think you never knew,

Why these tides,

Do turn waves ablue.

Yes, my friend,

I speak from heart.

Such is the silliness of life,

Where reason plays no part.

One thing is certain,

Though emotions run high,

When Love is a constant,

We discover a new “Why”.