will i remember today if tomorrow i leave?
if tomorrow my pages run out
will i still reread?
if my work of art gets spoiled
will i be willing to keep it?
will the day even exist-
about which i'm worried-
so much? and if i leave this world
what am i holding on?
will these words somehow change my life?
if i try harder will i be able to fight?
if i keep walking will i finally witness the light?
will i be able to eventually see dreams
if i keep these sleepless nights?
they said,
when the butterflies fly on its own
they see things that you don't
but what if my wings are heavy and i'm struggling to fly
will these all work out one day
will i once look back and be grateful for my past self?
but will my sillhouette remain here
even after my footsteps aren't kept?
