I asked…
I asked myself, How much longer should I wait?
Closed the feelings on my face with soap,
Washing down the hysterical faith,
Release the intoxicated hope.
I asked the cosmos, as something to lend,
If he was willing to, his best man: time.
Knowing time would never be my best friend,
Threw me away, said he wouldn’t give me a dime.
Is it worth climbing up the hill?
When I know I’m going to fall down.
I’ve written down my problems as bills,
Waiting to be paid while staying on the ground.
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I asked the stars,
How can you shine so bright
While you’re hidden far out of my sight.
Maybe that is the distance I need,
A space to grow, a place to bleed.
I asked my mind,
Could you keep the memories
The ones I left behind.
But they fade like distant symphonies.
Perhaps not every question requires an answer.
Some things are meant to remain unattended.
Keep asking your existence,
The answer you seek is who you will become.
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