As if I were a lonely castaway,
abandoned in the middle of the sea,
my world seems to be only black and gray,
it used to be so colourful and free.
I'm falling into this bottomless pit
not being able to get close to light,
thus I am wondering when I will fit
or when I will give up that endless fight.
I know I've been born to be more than this,
to be successful, satisfied and kind,
not to be trapped forever in abyss
but to look forward, never look behind.
I won't live my life by 'memento mori',
it's only the beginning of my story.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
As if I were a lonely castaway,
abandoned in the middle of the sea,
my world seems to be only black and gray,
it used to be so colourful and free.
I'm falling into this bottomless pit
not being able to get close to light,
thus I am wondering when I will fit
or when I will give up that endless fight.
I know I've been born to be more than this,
to be successful, satisfied and kind,
not to be trapped forever in abyss
but to look forward, never look behind.
I won't live my life by 'memento mori',
it's only the beginning of my story.
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