When I was younger,
I was not afraid of death.
I didn't mind
if I die tomorrow.
Live for the moment,
Think the rest later,
What was important
was to give life to
the each moment.
There was nothing to be regretted,
as long as I lived for today.
Think about tomorrow
when it comes,
if it comes.
It didn't matter
how long I was going to live.
I had that strength
and energy
to blow everything
in front of me..
Now,
those days have gone.
I sit all alone
in my house.
There's nobody to talk to
to share my sprit with.
I don't know
if I'm satisfied with all,
the life after the separation
from my cursed family.
My departure was the
moment to live
from such a deadlock situation
and I started my new life
and I survived.
It was such a long time ago,
but it seems yesterday
and all comes back to my mind
how I felt
and all my pain inside.
Those days were not my
best time of my life,
but I was trying my best
to survive
and go ahead.
But now,
I get older,
and my strength is dying out.
I had enough with those fights.
Now I don't mind losing the game at all.
That's all different from
long time ago.
After all those years,
I had some
happier moments than these.
Maybe, I'm satisfied with these experiences already.
Maybe, there's no more left on Earth
to push me harder to go to the next stages.
So I may not need to go any further any more..
I'm at the edge of the cliff.
I don't know
which way I may go..
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