Fate Will Recreate. Poem by Michael Ryan.

It is very hard to have patients through these every passing days when you are looking for something, you have glance into amazing dreams,

You know there is nothing to fear, you see only happy endings that are hidden in unwritten chapters written so clear, where an author has not been born yet, seas of dreams that have not traveled through the nights sky,

I can not hesitate, all I can do is hold on and wait, and let fate recreate.