my story

this is my story.
it started the day i was born
when there was still Sin in the world
Sin is still present today

listen my story
for this may be the last chance ...
i've been searching for a missing person all my life
to understand him better
be his good buddy in times of need

this person, this friend
has the many faces of a chameleon
he laughs and cries
sulks and frowns
loves and hates

he isn't well liked by his other friends though
some think him eccentric
while others plainly, cocky
but no one would understand him better than me

he has since left with the door open
the only memory of him is my sole self alone
is there really hope of finding him back?
but what is hope in the first place...

isn't it an illusion for us to look forward to in tragic times and prove futile in the end?
hope is to comfort isn't it
it is false hope incognito.

this is my story...but i will find my own ending