I await for things to unfold,
Like a flower unveiling its petals,
Who knows the beauty it hides until it decides to show itself,
Who knows what could change all within a glimpse,
a few words,
a caress of the soul,
I don’t know what the future holds but I await for it to unveil itself,
The game played is the question of ‘what if’?
A first kiss, And what will happen next?
A moment, unsung, since there is no one to sing.
A time, the mind can only drift to.