A feeling of regret, creeping up in my mind.
Eating away my joy, yet still i act like i'm fine.

Doubting, will it ever go away?
This feeling of regret, is it here to stay?

Time, A scary thing isn't it?
Watching the leaves decay, from the chair in wich i sit.

The once so green leaves,
One by one falling down.
Abandoning their lively color of green, for a sad tint of brown.

A child is born, it's life passes by.
It lives, untill time decides it has to die.

Time, it's our beginning and our end.
Our enemy, yet also our friend.

“Who am i?” thinking about myself,
questioning the things i feel.
Trying to figure out who i’ve become,
and what is real.

I can feel it fading,
the person that i used to be.
Slowly losing all the memories,
that once defined me.

How can i be certain?,
of the things i think.
This unstable boat i’m on called life,
already starting to sink.

No one there to help me,
my forgotten despicable self.
Like an old dusty book,
thrown away on the unreachable top shelf.

He stood silently amidst the darkness,
staring at the shimmering light in the distance.
Confined in his own thoughts he wondered about the mysteries of life,
and of his own existence.

He found himself trapped within a fake reality,
one with fake people telling nothing but lies.
Where everyday people would put on meaningless smiles,
trying to hide their hopeless eyes.

He felt all alone,
all alone in this world without hope.
“Worthless” was the only thing he thought of himself,
as he found his life going down a *****.

The man walked towards the light,
dwelling further into his own mind.
Happiness is what he wanted,
but something he could not find.

As the man came closer there was a sudden feeling of warmth,
he saw a girl standing all alone.
Who is she? he asked himself,
this feeling… it was a feeling the man had once known.

he started walking faster towards the girl,
trying to reach the feeling.
The warmth coming from the girl,
it felt so appealing…