2:30 am pen session

Never know what will be

To turn the page

Or read once more

To think knowledge is there

To be found dumb

With hints of genius

Waiting to see what comes

Time will reveal all

But prophet I am not

To not know slowly kills

The answer may be on that page

But it may be chapters ahead

The story writes itself

One of love

Or one of heartbreak

Both could be the same

So on I read

On I wait

Because in the end

We never know what will be