What we want to be
That is the question.
Everybody is thinking it. We all think it.
Some of us have passions and talents. Even they have this question.
Some people are in a sea of possibility, where do we go?
Whoever thought of this bullshit? How are we supposed to choose when we don't know?? Do we keep making mistakes and keep getting dissapointed because life isn't what we thought it would be?
How do we choose? When situations don't allign?
Do we get to 40 just heaving through?
We are the reckless,
We are the wild youth
Chasing visions of our futures
One day we'll reveal the truth
That one will die before he gets there.
As if the future isn't scary enough.
I know that i am the one in control of my life. I know i make the desicions. I type the letters. I bite my lip. I take my road. I can step wherever i want.
But i don't know where i want to step.
Everything is dark.
Life is so cruel. At every step, we leave, we enter or we're pushed.
I'm not done yet.
I've got the world to see. i've got people to meet. I've got friends to spend eternity with. I've got nights to spend looking at the stars.
I want to stay the same and more. I don't want to let go.
How dare you take it away from me.