Maybe I don't need to do it all.
Or it's okay to do something small.
Everyone's path is different.
And They're not living in my head.
And I don't live in theirs.
Maybe it's making trace,
To come home to my place.
All those aspirations and hope,
Are on its way home.
YOU ARE READING
If the birds can do it, why can't you? (Poetry)
PuisiConsider this a ray of hope From me to you. You're not alone. I faced it too. There's still hope. I believe in you.
