The future is our to take,
So, why not take it?
Our bodies are our bodies,
So, why can we not do everything to it?
Like death…
I guess it would be too hard,
For them…. At lest.
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I'm staring at the sky,
I reach up to it,
My hand…
Cannot touch the sky above.
I wonder why?
Why can I not feel the touch of the sky?
Have I lost what I once had?
Or is it simply that I forgot what it felt like,
To have hope and the courage to move on…
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I pray to god,
That I live to open my eyes
For the tomorrow that comes by…
Because if I don't live every moment of it,
I'll know I'd regret every moment lost.
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Life is for living,
So why am I hiding?
Life use to be beautiful,
In till the truth became something real.
I wanna go back,
To the place I'd use to run to…
But now it seems so unwelcoming…
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What happen to the world?
Why has everything became so cold and indifferent?
Where are the friends I use to run to,
I remember a world…
But as-if it never existed before.
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Was it all a one-night dream?
I hope to god, no…
Because, whatever happens…
I want to be by your side,
By anyone's side,
But yours especially…
I want to remember what it felt like;
Knowing nothing at all
And
Believing everything they told you.
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I guess…
I have no other choice than to move on.
But what's the point?
I have nothing ahead of me…
And I have nowhere to go back to.
I've become afraid
And I wish…
For those times, where I had what I'd had for free.
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But as I tilt up my head up high,
I say;
"Whatever comes will come…
No matter what comes,
I know… No matter how insignificant I may be
And what I do for the matter is the same of how much I mean to this world…
I know…."
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I couldn't end that sentence….
I was afraid because of my own hypercriticism...
The future is our to take…
We make it better or worse,
It's not only the children though,
It's everybody…
I barked a laugh… Nobody cared enough to change
Or simply were too afraid or inferior to help with anything major.
What a sad world…
I fought to save it,
Only to forget it.
What a sad cycle…
Teachers teach the new generation,
For a better future.
Adults continue what has been done before…
Children to Teenagers in till finally adults
We do the same old, same old….
I looked up at the sky,
It was turning grey…
With the tropical weather, that been here, no wonder…
The day changes so soon,
It reminds somewhat…
Like a sin,
That whispers into your ear…
There nothing you can do about it,
Because what passes will come back.
But everybody acting like it will… never happen.
But they know it's coming
But for the future generation,
To take care of…
Of old man's mistakes.
What a hypercritical world….
We've all became blinded with greed,
We've forgotten what it was like to care…
Golden hearts have now become grey.
Nothing I can do there…
As I walk this path of no return…
I know I'll become indifferent as the next person
Passing by me…
That's how it's always been and always will be.
There should be an explanation
But there isn't…
We may make to the future…
But only on-top of weak layer of string.
We may find those mysteries of the world
Or won't live long enough to see.
Only an hour of rain…
And the sun's shining up again.
I walk my path…
Never knowing what I did was right.
But then again,
Who are you to tell me?
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AN: I won't comment and i know... this isn't exactly digimon, but growing up isn't as easy as what the digidestines think, is it? and the poem shouldn't really be here... but what can i do? (of course not put up at all but... meh.)
R&R tell me what u think