What if I stand here
Waiting for you
And you stood 20 seconds away from me
But still couldn't see you
What if I lose up on something
With much of my willingness
Feeling it too far beyond my hold
When I was way too near it, to catch it all
What if I am afraid to shine
And fade away to time
Only to know in the end
My place was forever the dark night sky
What if I stand up high
Miles apart from dreams
Fearing of tripping
Only in the end suiciding into the unexpected new beginning
What if, whatever I choose, makes no sense
And all that makes sense is, destiny at hand
Am I a slave in service for time ?
Or a stranger in disguise
Who knows no piece of peace
In this blind fight, underneath
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I wrote this poem recently
( 18 years old )
This poem expresses my emotions about, uncertainty about life. I don't say I'm afraid, I say it's confusing & exhausting. Because I try so hard thinking about what would be the next right thing to do.
It feels like everything is destiny, & as if I don't have any say in this. Not even my karmas. Things are taking their own turns, always. So I'm left thinking should I anymore try to make choices, if everything is anyway destined. Is time & fate stubborn people ?
Hence the title- What if
