Is it love or is it hate?

Is it coincidence or is it fate?

To be destined to float around till we find where we belong,

Our foggy futures with hope we will adorn.

From broken to whole and back again,

When will the painful journey ever end?

To force our present into the past,

Look back wit mournful faces and a shadow cast.

Dream that we shall allow ourselves to find,

The joyous comfort of a peaceful mind,

With faded anguish and renewed smiles un-torn,

But our foggy futures with hope we must adorn.