Sometimes I wonder why my world works in a very weird manner
I care for different things
And I swear I made series of
unfathomable decisions
.
To be honest, people cringe
at my choices
.
They thought (..I thought) it diverts me far from my ideal world (the one I told them about)
.
Even so,
I come to find that
it's okay to have
my ideals change and
Different route never means
I lose me.
I am discovering me.
In different kind of way.
MY WAY.
I am happy as it is in my weird little world.
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My Kind of 24 | Half Journey Done
PoetryFreestyle kind of poetry. Mix of Malay and English. I intend to write my journey at the age of 24. That special-stressful-sweet age before I turn a quarter of century. When I was a kid, many of my dreams are suppose to come true before 25. Is it so...
