Not For Permanent

I don't want to fool myself

I don't want to find the existence

of hope that's destined to never stay

I keep flipping the pages, anxiously

Finding the reasons why

I shouldn't believe

What I see,

What I feel.

The psychotherapist said 

It's a confusion of diversion

The scientist said

Try! Try! And try!

When the sun set

The stars will write up the answers

And I know

They haven't sent the key yet.

P.s.: Actually I've made a draft of a post. Edited the whole thing. Only I didn't post it..because looking at the situation now, I think it's best left unsaid... first. Maybe.

P.p.s.: Nah Amir! Dah update dah pun. xD