Somewhere along the way I missed the lesson of loving my life.
Maybe in the midst of crossing different roads the wind between
Ruin, devastation and triumph were destroyed,
Before circling back around to start again,
I often missed the views,
And forgot to take the notes.
May-be the bridges I burnt never burnt at all and they still stand,
Half burnt yet cross-able.
It feels as though I've never gone anywhere at all,
But only moved in circles,
Always meeting myself where it all started,
Before I knew a way out existed.
I know it still exists,
But I keep on losing the way to the view
I was supposed to see by now..
And time is running out.
What if this is all?
What if there is nothing more?
What if this view is the last view for me to see?
What if this is my life?
All the chances came and went,
And I sit here watching the view of chances I did not take,
Replaying the wishes bent into the circle of me
I can never straighten.