WHAT KEEPS ONE GOING IN A WORLD SO OLD?
Everything seemed to happen routinely…
Never ending wants that we thought will help us change only to find ourselves the next day, no more or less than what we’ve always been.
And dreams that are always wild that runs faster than we could ever grasp, that seem to change its hue when captured and we start chasing another dream, yet another dream…
I recalled usual arguments I’ve had with my mom.
Why they never cease to pour and prompt us with all the same reason.
Why she talks and act in ways I find hard to tolerate.
Why I get busted every time and why it hasn’t changed after all my awareness.
I remember the many mornings and hopes I’ve had along with the sunrise.
To become a better person as each day passes.
To gather myself whenever I am scattered in bits.
Because I always tend to spread myself too thinly on everything.
Too selfish to give her all.
Always making reservations.
And can I forget the wishes I’ve had along with the sunset?
To wake up the next day in a place I’ve always dreamed of.
To open my eyes and find you there…smiling.., saying goodmorning!
Everyday is a wish itself.
Granted or not, it has to come and go, so routinely… never new.
WHAT KEEPS ONE GOING IN A WORLD SO OLD?
You tell me.
