Just a matter of time…

How long does it take to make sense of anything,
How long does it take to know one’s stand, before it’s too late,
How long before I see any sense in continuing this,
How long I ask, and they say it’s just a matter of time.

How many more nights I have to fight with my loneliness & sleeplessness,
How many more restlessness should I bear through before I lose it,
How much more soaked my pillow should be before I call it quits,
How long I ask, and they say it’s just a matter of time.

Too much struggle and pain I have seen, to make any sense out of it,
Too many differences between what’s right and what’s wrong,
Too little time I have left with me to fight against all the odds,
How long I ask, and they say it’s just a matter of time.

Doesn’t make sense when there is trembling and burning inside,
Doesn’t make a sense when everything I believed in disappears,
Doesn’t make a sense to know I am being blinded and fooled,
How long I ask, and they say it’s just a matter of time.

Why does the grief looms over like a dark cloud,
Why does the spirit feel so low and down like in a dungeon,
Why does it appear like a distant dream, in which I can’t believe,
How long I ask, and they say it’s just a matter of time.

Anamika…