Can one be foolish for so long
To have let themselves honestly believe
This is satisfying solitude that
Keeps one blinded by hidden feelings.
The leap we take for chance of life
Fulfilling our private desired futures
Sometimes unexpected twists of faith
Are clouding our most yearnful pleasures.
How does one know the difference?
If we do nothing then at least we know
Today consists of our memories of the past
Tomorrow are our dreams of unknowing hope.
Is it possible to be really content
Living in such silent days of carpe diem?
Do you wonder what am I supposed to feel?
Still time goes on...tick tock...tick tock.
Can the rambling words of one soul
Be so compelling to make that difference?
Does anyone understand or even care about
The struggles that exhausts your brain?
Your thoughts are a chance of a choice
That you can either hinder or snuff
No one can prowl their way in unless
Your mind allows the intrusion of invaders.
Now we ask ourselves if we are prepared
We ponder if all else complies dutifully
Be ready to leap into the motions of life
Hesitant...my foolish future.