I find myself staring at you,
I find myself wondering aimlessly from window to water thinking that I won’t see shades of blue,
I guess what they say is true; “out with the old and in with the new”,
but I truly dislike the new because it doesn’t feel like you,
but lately I sense you realizing that too.
I miss my old reflection
You have these deep shallow notions that plague your mind,
wondering if every little thing you see is god giving you some sort of divine sign,
yet you drown yourself with countless forms of procrastinations in order to get that one moment where your mind will tell you its time. You need to realize that you’re near the finish line.
I fear my new way of thought.
Do you suffer from lust or gluttony?
Do you swerve from lane to lane like a drunk driver rushing to the final destination carelessly?
Do you stare at the bottom of a bottle and wonder if this is could be my last?
Or do you drift through this ocean of life aimlessly?
I question my life