When young
You think you'll never grow old
When old
You forget what it means to be young
And I?
I wonder aimlessly somewhere in the middle

Wandering a world of traps and likes,
sometimes I stare into the abyss of the blue sky,
and the sun illuminating the garden through the birch trees,
and I wonder if this is happiness.

I wonder how many things I will change in my life,
and I wonder if I'll look back one day and think it was happiness.

I wonder if I will wound up regretting it,
regretting changing myself or my life,
regretting changing my path to fit others' expectations,
or are they my own?

What's left after a person wanders,
wanders and wonders?

{Original}

If life was a day...
What would a day in the life look like?

©2024

Never has a day felt longer in my eyes
Never have I lied this much, true intentions under a disguise
Never have I wanted friends, yet hated the idea
Never had I come to accept, and relish in my fears

Never has my foot been stuck, yet my whole body in motion
Never had I believed this much in halfhearted devotions
Never had I been blinded, yet see the future clearly
Never have I held menial things so dearly

Never have I ever preferred late nights over eight hours
Never had I seen myself as such a coward
Never had I accepted rejections over introspection
Never will I ever prefer love over self appreciation

Never had my hand cramped this much while writing
Never had I given up this early while fighting
Never will I ever choose bliss over happiness
And never have I ever been this confused by emptiness