mine's mind

the doors oe my mind
are shaken by the wind
of uncertianties,and
displeasure outside,though
its huge noise disturbs
the mind's ears and i know
its close,but i wont go
near. but,though i know
it surely will approach,like
come it will.
am not going to say to me
even if i know of course,
time is kind and cruel
as constant it is,when life
must unwrap its gifts,yet
unfolding the inner source of
the content,then i'ld know.
all these i say are now,and
await for later which i can
now see not blurry anymore
yet linking it and grabbing
the juice side of it,even
though almost of it is sweet.
how i can unveilall is what i
ask,and i told me wait
and i know i might have to
want more.