I can do things
M o r e  than  these,
But my will has been
Refusing these past few years.
R e d u n d a n c y is killing me.
I am just a form, finding its' substance.

All I know is
I need to be on the same cycle,
Same pacing and same struggles
Of the people around me. .
Or else I will lost the way they are tracing so graciously. .

My happiness resides on the smallest things, but the world is asking me
To be bigger than this. .

Keeping myself interested
In life
Is one of my priorities.
And now, I wonder

*What's next for me?