5.4.15

things were all good yesterday

After all complains to this repetitive situation
Finally a single thought comes to mind
As I look up to my 17-year-old self
Asking, what will 'You' do now?

Easy works, expected reality, even sometimes still far from my dreams
Now it's moving away, getting out of reach.
Setting out my foot to find another dreams, or maybe reality
I'm not ready. I'm still far from ready.

Leaving everything behind.
Friends. Young love. Laughter.
From what I used to feel, and now will reside as memories.
Will it stay the same? Will you stay the same?

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