some peoms

some thoughts

What is happiness? What is fulfillment?
What is there to do?
I do not have any idea or any ambitions on what to do in my life, I keep living nevertheless.
I'll have a job soon, sure. i have a house, a pet, and some entertainment, but it does not complete me. I don't feel fulfilled or happy, I don't even know what to do when I remember after I wake up and realise what my life is. I feel mor for  me when im in my bed at 2:50 am listening to "thank you" then I ever feel in a day.
I miss having a goal, having some ambition or something that keeps me moving. Maybe in adulthoo,  things will get clearer for the mist that has clouded my life and mind for so long.

Poem :

What is happiness? What is fulfillment?
In the echoing quiet, I sit with this thought.
Life's wheel turns; I move with its rhythm,
Yet purpose feels like something forgot.

I’ll have a job soon, a house to keep,
A pet by my side, a routine to keep still.
But each day passes like a river, deep,
Its surface calm, but I miss the thrill.

In the small hours, lying wide awake,
When the world sleeps and shadows dance,
I find myself, for my own sake,
Drifting in an unguarded trance.

The music plays, a soft "thank you,"
And somehow, I'm more myself than ever.
Is it this moment, rare and true,
That brings to life my dormant fervor?

I miss ambition’s steady flame,
The spark that used to light my way.
In this adult world, I search in vain,
For clarity to break the gray.

So I wait, as morning slips in slow,
Hoping the mist will one day part.
To find the way I’m meant to go,
To find fulfillment’s quiet heart.