There are some
Who age too fast
To keep up
With the trend
There are some
Who say age
is nothing
But numbers
There are some
Who need numbers
To help them
Feel their worth
There are some
Whose numbers
Don't add up
Till the end
There are some
Then there are others...
There are some
Who like to wander
With thoughts
Loose in their minds
There are some
Who spend their lives
Thinking 'bout feelings
Of all kinds
There are some
Who believe that
It's too late to
Trust your heart
There are some
Who'll stand in your way
When they know
You'll make it safe
There are some
Then there are others...
There will always be
The one
There are some
Then there are others...
And there will always be
The one.
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 7:46 AM UTC
There are some
Who age too fast
To keep up
With the trend
There are some
Who say age
is nothing
But numbers
There are some
Who need numbers
To help them
Feel their worth
There are some
Whose numbers
Don't add up
Till the end
There are some
Then there are others...
There are some
Who like to wander
With thoughts
Loose in their minds
There are some
Who spend their lives
Thinking 'bout feelings
Of all kinds
There are some
Who believe that
It's too late to
Trust your heart
There are some
Who'll stand in your way
When they know
You'll make it safe
There are some
Then there are others...
There will always be
The one
There are some
Then there are others...
And there will always be
The one.
Was feeling a little blue a few days ago. Felt like it was too late to reach for my dreams. Felt like I was stuck in the same pickle for all my life. Someone told me it'll be told late. Heck, everyone has told me that. They told me it's too late to pursue to my dreams after a certain age. Something tells me if I'm stuck in this same pickle for all these years, I must still have a chance. If pickles last that long and time doesn't stop for that, then why would there be a limit for my possibilities?
