2009-07-22 - 8:53 a.m.
One of these days,
you tend to wonder
who the hell created the word 'forever'.
Did they even notice
every start has a finish?
Another day goes by
as you keep questioning why
so many reasons to lie
too much ignorance to every cry
or hope that easily dies.
Who are you?
Look into the mirror in your room
A recognizable face,
yet you still can't grasp
the person staring back at you.
Where are you now?
Here, there, everywhere, nowhere?
You've always known the way,
yet you still feel like a lost stranger
with an old map so tattered.
What are you to others?
To make them feel better,
even at your worst?
A friend or a foe?
Don't you even (want to) know?
So many questions,
but answers don't always come
in time or else.
Would it be so bad
to have no thoughts in your head?
No return to the magic of childhood
where everything was good.
No retreat to your teenage years
when you could face all your fears.
How much easier they all seemed.
One of these days,
you still wonder a lot.
A confused grown-up
in the strangest playground
with no map to be found.
How to survive and stay alive?
Will solitude always make a good company?
Once in a while, maybe.
But anyway, we'll see.
Whatever will be...
The Author
