Living day to day without a plan.
No aim, no drive, no feel.
A repetition of yesterday.
And the day before.
Over and over again.
Like on a ferris wheel.
Responsibilities, wishes, dreams.
Rest on my shoulders.
Stressed trying to give any of it a hoot.
At 22, a stereotype surrounds me.
A job, honors or masters.
That’s what I have to do.
But I’m so lost.
Uncertain of what to do.
Wishing that everything will be served,
On a silver platter.
A job, an acceptance letter or a man.
Ha if only life was that easy.
Hiaz.
Till the time I figure out what I want to do.
I hope that time is soon.
I’m just gonna live day by day.
Haru haru.
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