Life squeezes me tighter and tighter.
The pressure is real. I could almost burst.
Is there a way for this burden to be lighter?
My soul being stretched, unnaturally dispersed.
In the midst of such barbaric ferocity,
I shove back, for some air to breathe and think.
I look at life with curiosity.
Life looks me back, and gives me a wink.
I see the world in a future time.
Things now old, replaced with the new.
This entire generation passed its prime,
and the dreams in my heart finally come true.
Written 6 August 2018