trying and sobbing and
crying
all to get better in a
perfectionist kind of world

You will never know what will change,
if you keep the lights out.
You will never know what could be,
if you never thought about it.
You will never know which is which,
if you keep yourself blindfolded and telling yourself,
"it's all the same" or "this is unfair".
You will never know what it is like on the other side,
if you remain chained down by the thoughts:
"what if.."
even more by saying things that will just worry yourself.
but you know,
it cant be a possibility
if you never opened your eyes.
it cant be a possibility,
if you never looked for the key.
it cant be a possibility if you never tried.

I try to be
everything she's not
as if it's almost by default
as if I hate the real truth
of her very existence,
but that's not true.

I try to be
everything she's not,
so people know
we aren't the same person,
so people know
I am my own creation.

But if I try so hard
to be this other person,
am I still myself?

Am I anybody anymore?

Is there any dream decorated by night today?
A scar to remember?
And love which made for someone?

Or maybe some part of life who keeps busy
Searching for who am "i"?
And why am "i" here?

There are things that you dont know
And i dont know
But why dont we try to "wandered"?

.
.
.

Life knows itself
And we cannot know everything in it
We just a dust in a galaxy
Time will say it when it comes

But

At least i am still here, for now

Laugh
Dream
Cry
Expect
Love
Try

As long as we lived today