aren't we always afraid
aren't we always wondering,
always wary of the unknown.
are we ever willing to sacrifice,
to take the first step in moving forward?
yet again, what if we fail?
what if...
if i could turn back time,
would i have done anything differently?
would i have taken more risk?
would i have changed anything?
if i could go to the future,
would i tamper with anything?
would i be disappointed in the human typing furiously now?
if i could read peoples' mind,
would i have changed my actions?
would i be more careful, or would it bring me more sorrow?
if i could look past people,
look into their ruins,
look at them searching for meaning,
then i'll probably realise that we aren't very much different.
up high, god knows.
as i weep in the dark, round the corner, someone is blankly listening to sad songs
someone is also typing furiously into a blank space
someone is too, hoping one day her voices would be heard.
and even though she denies, she would gladly appreciate any empathy that comes with it.
i think, it really does take courage to accept condolences,
to have someone else pat your shoulders, telling you that you are doing well.
to have that someone is something, but to accept that angel is another.
as time past by,
are we closer to our dreams, or do we just see it more clearly?
- see the fantasy we've created for ourselves,
see how far we actually are from those canvas we painted on.
tell me, how many have actually attained their dreams?
then tell me again,
how many have actually given up midway to their dream?
don't scoff at them, im sure they tried,
but oh how much they struggled,
and their visions faltered
leaving behind what we call,
regret.
