The Stochastic Dissonance · June 2025

Epilogue

I am scared of the seaOr the stars that follow meWith the crescent that hauntsHopes are arranged like stairsBut it gets lonely at the top

I am scared of the sunOr the clouds that fills the skyWith the drizzle that howlsFears are scattered like puzzleBut it reunited in my hearts

The burden on our shoulderIt gets heavier and heavierAs our hair turned gray

The drowsiness on our eyesIt gets heavier and heavierAs we walk the path

That we never hoped forNever dreamt ofOnly for the sake ofFilling our heartbeat

The burden on our shoulderIt gets lighter and lighterAs our hair turned gray

The drowsiness on our eyesIt gets lighter and lighterAs we end our journey