And what if it's th'last?

Shall we waste all our chances of happiness?

What if we get to the end of this road and find ourselves alone, surounded only by shrouded shadows and innocuous shapes, emptied of meanings? What if we realize that we have never been understood, and that maybe we were just not able to express our feelings properly, or to find someone able to get us... That while those that we took as friends showed us love and respect, they never touched us deep enough, they never transpassed the boundries of their own indivuality, even less ours.

What if the need of company, laughts and bright lights served only to daze? If the marvels and pleasures and sins of this superficial role-play life would lose their illusory grasp, and we were finnaly faced with the quest that has troubled our nature for ages past? What if we had still a chance of finding something worth it? And we could just accept that there must be no doubt in this search?

Even thought it's not picture perfect, the flickering presentation of hope, misty and half cover by fears, is what we've got to keep going. Shall we give up? Shall we waste our chances of hapiness?