Still Uncertain

Still Uncertain

Every reality,

is neither small,

nor truly big.

Life itself,

holds no certainty,

of death.

Desires are vast,

dreams are endless,

yet the roads,

remain unknown.

Where the end lies,

no one knows.

Will this journey,

ever find peace?

Will those dreams,

ever come true?

No one knows,

that either.

Some wounds,

break us deeply,

piece by piece.

And now,

even trust feels,

still uncertain.