There is little to know- 
And far too much that I want to see- 
That happiness be true 
and found in my reality. 
Where and when? 
Shall I spend thoughts- 
Put down tears on a bet? 
Be so fixed 
That I break bones with the hope 
that somehow I'll set 
a dream not solidified yet 
paper mâchéd anyways 
And trap it in an iron net.... 

Such sobs wrack my bones 
When the Ambiguity of 
what I do not know dawns on me. 
That somethings just come and some 
just leave never to be believed.