In your eyes I looked,
a future, like an adventure,
a trail of discovery,
with more thorns and less moss;
but nevertheless you hold on.
Slowly the adventure turns,
now it is a venture;
a slow execruciating process;
of an everyday;
and of struggle, that defines;
a struggle that confines.
Of cutting corners;
to make the ends meet;
of loving a little less;
and exisiting a little bit more.
Eagerly pushing one happiness
behind the rock;
to see the smile on your face;
with the happiness that you hoped for.
In our little world;
the struggles become real;
the adventure becomes;
mis-adventures.
The daily becomes the norm;
and excitement is just another word;
to put behind the rock.
Befooling myself on my ability;
for I still hope that being with me;
excites you more.
More than a piece of wire;
a piece of music.
But love is nothing but a mirage;
life on the other hand a jarring light;
that wakes you up and throws you down.
and that is when you get up;
redefine;
love;
life;
dreams and hopes;
and still hold on,
for faith and belief,
are like that little plank of wood;
keeping you afloat, in a tide,
called life.
1 comment:
A feeling I can almost relate to. Life's like that, maybe?
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