I wish I was happy, but it feels so far,
A light out of reach, like a distant star.
Is it too much to ask, to find peace in this race,
When I’m lost in the crowd, seeking my own place?
I want to be different, to stand apart,
With dreams that burn fierce in the depths of my heart.
Yet the world spins around, with a ceaseless hum,
And I wonder if my time will ever come.
I see myself rising, at the top of it all,
Where the doubts and the whispers no longer call.
But happiness feels like a fleeting embrace—
I chase it, but it slips, like wind in a chase.
Still, I dream in the silence, in the calm of the night,
That one day I'll shine in my own perfect light.
Nov 4, 2024
Nov 4, 2024 at 12:28 PM UTC
I wish I was happy, but it feels so far,
A light out of reach, like a distant star.
Is it too much to ask, to find peace in this race,
When I’m lost in the crowd, seeking my own place?
I want to be different, to stand apart,
With dreams that burn fierce in the depths of my heart.
Yet the world spins around, with a ceaseless hum,
And I wonder if my time will ever come.
I see myself rising, at the top of it all,
Where the doubts and the whispers no longer call.
But happiness feels like a fleeting embrace—
I chase it, but it slips, like wind in a chase.
Still, I dream in the silence, in the calm of the night,
That one day I'll shine in my own perfect light.
