When you’re going towards a new place
Have you ever looked back wanting more?
Still desirous of that fantasy
And lost in the darkness
How do we know when to stop loving?
And when to know it’s not for us?
Is there such a thing as right, for me?
The sun is shining but it’s about to rain on me
I’m being chased by the past
And I’m turning eighteen this year
But why do the others get to have so much fun
But not me?
Is the sky the limit or am I it?
How can you see light in one’s eyes and the darkness and fear in one’s heart?
I confuse serenity with bleakness too often
On intention so my nostalgia comes about

-Anonymous