Even though I strive to ignore you,
sunk in my race, abstracted in my storm 
and carried by the stream, I know I may face you,
at any ambush and on any sunset, 
with no condition and no reply, but when you really do appear,
always sudden, surprising and overwhelmingly awakening,
You amazingly remind me you were always there,
secretly lurking in the unseen, cautiously planning your plot,
in patient expectation for due time
to strike in impressive and unexpected style.

Then, amidst pain and tears, reflections and fear, 
philosophy of life and whys take up my mind,
lucid and vivid for a moment,
to then only leave a heart full of thick sadness 
and frightening frustration,
which, by strange law of creation,
will unexplainably turn into inevitable resignation
and unmerciful and thoughtless forgetfulness

Taking advantage and knowing my weakness,
You will hide again;
You will furtively spy me from unknown darkness
and you will wait,
till memories be gone,
till I think you are distant,
till the right time
to just strike again.