i look back on those times
the times that made my eyes brim up with tears
of sadness, of happiness
of passion only written of in tragedies and myths
and i thank the world
for choosing me to share such beauty with
most are not so lucky
this i am sure of
how often am i spoken to of a life unfulfilled
boring to say the least
my life’s been called “dramatic”
more times than i’d care to count
but i will look upon this and smile
for i could never say i haven’t lived
loved, and been loved in return
experienced impossible beauty
i have been my own tragedy
i have been my own myth
my life has no need for embellishment
what would Shakespeare say?
i am my own bard, i’m afraid
i write my own story, my own future
not even an apocalypse can hold me back now
from a life fully lived
stop living for your future,
for your future is now
every second fleeting further .