Story of my Life

Deviating from the USUAL stuff, I am just pasting something that popped into my head while I was bored sitting infront of my laptop.

It’s not cool or nice but hey, who cares?

[ To know of what you want
is a gift
To be who you dream to be
has got to be a sin ]

I see with eyes that are hopefully still young
and i think with a mind that feels older every day
I seem to lose tract of what is important
and what is not
I seem to get interested in things that are challenging enough
but never make me feel a part of a great world
I see life lacking something
I see me lacking a cause
I see the people around me with no-where to go
but back from where they came from.

It’s sad to think like this
It’s sad to think of days that I think like this
but every now and then
when it’s dark
I feel the scar in my heart
Only felt in days such as today
when you realise
when the older mind kicks in
that your days have increasingly been like this
that you always see the world
POINTLESS
Evil
wrong
and more than everything
you forget
you forget how it felt
when you felt nothing else but happiness
and you looked at the world as full of chance
full of oppportunities
full of charm

and here you are
in a world full of people
people stripped of all their glory
of all their dreams
of their need to live
and what do you do?
you assume the role that you pittied
you get happiness by feeling powerful
over lost souls
feeling closer to who you could be
by being who you never wanted to be
and here you are
the soul that’s lost more times than all.