My friend and I were walking along
a sweat-dripping,  suffering path.
So many obstacles had been thrown at us,
only for us to break through them
together, one by one.
We suddenly came along a fork,
gasping for air.
One path was full of footprints.
A sign that many people had gone along
this merry and easy path.
The other path was a dark path.
No footprints were marked on this path.
It seemed dark, hard, stressful.
Each path would only let one person live the path.
So we decided to separate onto our own ways.
My friend chose the dark path.
I chose the light path,
questioning  him about his choice.
He stepped into the path of his choice,
and just before he disappeared,
he simply replied,
"I've come this far, from a miserable start.
I want to end with a satisfying ending."
As I've lived my enjoyable life,
his last words pounded against my head,
waiting to ge figured out.
Now, as it has come to the end of my life,
I understand more than anything else in the world,
while he celebrates how his hard work
paid off throughout his life.
While he proudly shows his scars
to show how much he's been through.
While he celebrates how he's risen
from the "miserable start"
to the most highest spot he could ever be.
Pure joy written all over his face.
While I stand in the exact same place
as where I had started on my path alone.
I'm not satisfied.
I've wasted my life.

what would you do
if the world came down on me?
crushed me?
weighed me down?
almost killed me?

save me?
lies.
you looked at me,
then turned away,
a bullet straight through my heart.

what part of saving me
was gripping my throat?
what part of saving me
was pushing me down?
what part of saving me
was dunking my face into acid water

and i screamed and cried and told you to stop
but i loved you too much to yell.

i guess it's my fault
for letting you be my world
when you were the one that
crushed me
weighed me down
almost killed me.

killed me?
true.
you looked at me,
and turned away
a bullet placed in my heart.

Life is a path.
That once you take,
It disappears.
Every step you take,
Is a step towards your goal.
You cannot step back.

Life is a pen
Swiftly moving.
Never stopping.
Once you make a mark,
It's permanent.
You cannot erase.

Life is a Pandora's Box.
Full of surprises,
Full of excitement.
Once you open it,
Your life begins.
You cannot close it.

Life is a path.
Life is a pen.
Life is a Pandora's Box
That you can never forget.