Am I having one of those days,
where I want to leave everything
Where I want to go into a daze,
and watch my dreams all come?
No, it's not 'Just one of those days'
It's not even a phase.
I'm extremely unsatisfied and bored,
and my life feels more like a chore.
So i cry, and sigh,
and get out my frustration.
While claiming I'm okay, I lie,
because no one has time
for that curruption.
So i try to let these three years go by, as quickly as I can:
while I'm still being controlled
as independent as I am?
I long for those three years to fly,
so my life can be ran, by only I.
I'll have my own lovely home,
with a cosy fire,
and everything made of stone.
There won't be much company in need, apart from all of my books, candles and reckless sprees.
My house will be filled with glowing golden lights,
and expensive furnishings,
of all shades of white.
I'll be looking out of my balcony,
with my blankets wrapped around me,
as I listen to the rain pour and slide,
with a pen and paper at my side.
With my dog at my feet,
my eyes on the sky,
and my music playing lightly,
I'll always be on a high.
I know that's what my future holds,
as I won't settle for anything less,
I won't have lived until I live that image,
and until then I'll try my best.
This is truly where I hope to be, and these are only a pinch of ideas, out of a whole jar full of them.