POEMS

XII. Maze

Life is the maze
I always get lost in
In this big world I'm living in,
I feel like a tiny dust that has no purpose

I'm just a newly-bloomed flower
But why do I feel like I'm starting to wither?
I'm just a newly-born star
But I'm already beginning to fade away

I've got a long way ahead of me
But my feet are stuck on where I am
I try to take a step closer towards my dream
But it still looks so far from me

The sun has risen
But I don't see any light
Maybe I'm looking at the wrong place
Maybe I have to open my eyes

It's spring and the flowers are blooming
But why am I not blooming?
It feels like winter here
But maybe I just have to step outside

-sccc