The Snapshot of life
We venture right to the path in which we heavily rely,
we see the distant life and cant find a reason why.
To whats becomes, what we did may never dare to repeat,
the same as we cry softly making it our life as we retreat.
There is hope, there is life, there is pain,
There is also memories, which we cant explain.
Life has taught us strictly all that vision are not clear,
and one by one the worries slowly start to reappear.
I do not forgive but feel sympathetic, for those who tried today,
to kill and devour my motivations and my thoughts on display.
My heart is here, guarded almost too well,
trying to be free but I simply can not tell.
My mind is settling for what is, that never will I see.
I feel refreshed, but quite disturbed for whom i came to see.
Did i picture myself so motivated to learn and love and grow,
or am I living precautionary until the end of this here show?
Picture this, snapshot that stayed,
Confusion and self esteem revamping all thats made.
Once I reset then we shall pick and choose,
the We that we create will somewhow once come true
Copyright © Mauro Rosales | Year Posted 2024
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