They say it's all
In front of me,
But is it?
All these options,
Is this indesiciveness
Really not normal;
Am I the only one like this?
It feels like
Everyone else is calm.
All my made up dreams
And imagination
Can it become reality?
Faking calmness
Just to beleive
That I'm strong
In front of
This huge mountain
Of uncertainty
And hopes.
Is reality that harsh;
Just to crush my dreams
Even before
They bloom?
When asked they say
They don't know
But when in action
It's as if they know.
Time will pass by and I will choose
Still being unsure ;
But I will be happy
That I chose one
That I really faced this uncertainty
Head on.
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Comfort Words
PuisiI wrote these poems thinking about my past thoughts, new thoughts, my worries, my feelings and my imagination. This poetry was made to comfort people saying that everyone has irrational hopes, useless worries, foolish thoughts, wierd fanta...
