Living Life
For the last time, on my way to school
I felt excitement oozing out of me
The days Laughter, fading and fading into sadness
I was 18, I stare at the window
Seeing friends leave in depressing tears
My heart was a cracked egg inside my soul
“What are you going to do with your life?”
I questioned my friend
We have been wondering for years
With strange confidence, he answered
“I am going to live it”
Months later, I look back to graduation
The separation we both encountered,
Reminded by the lost, undecided plans.
I who had a future, live out my fate
Still staring out the window wondering of change,
Breathing and feeling my small life.
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