Driven by pride,
for a long time, we've searched for the right path.
Embraced by self-love,
we seek significance to affirm ourselves.

Another meaningless day,
disrupted by a stirring action,
Or maybe stillness and passiveness carry more meaning.
Chasing eternal ideas, we neglect pressing matters.
Intoxicated with high ideals, we dismiss those closest to us.
We pour our strength into chasing the true path,
and live in a future that never arrives.

So many choices slip away,
like grains within an hourglass.
The longer we delay, the less we live,
and life, alas, won't rewind.

When today flies away,
leaving no chance to mend broken pieces,
only the bitter taste of anxiety over the unattainable
and regret for what was left undone
remain by our side.

Simple words, simple wisdom.
Only an open heart can hold them,
like a flower starving to grow,
not waiting for the deep river's flow.

I remember that evening like it was just a month ago.
Almost night, the shadows of trees around us,
and our hands locked together.
Time stopped on the clock for a moment.
Like a fish thrown onto the shore,
we couldn't handle the scale of this new life.
Suffocating under overwhelming feelings,
with no air left inside us.

I close my eyes,
and scenes from the past flash by like an old movie reel.
An apartment block,
a courtyard with iron football goals,
one ball for two teams.
How happy we were in those days,
when our pockets were empty
and our hearts free of envy and rivalry.
I close my eyes, and only one question lingers:
When did we lose our feelings in a flood of meaningless worries?