Maybe, just maybe, this is not meant to be.
Sometimes, just sometimes, even I get weary of me.
They say, “Follow your dreams.”
They didn’t say where those dreams would lead me.
They tell me about one door closing and other doors opening.
They didn’t tell me so many doors would close on me.
I used to believe in love and life, laughter and dreams.
Now I see more dark skies than light, oppressive and mean.
All I wanted was to help others.
All I learned is that I don’t know how to help
myself.
Reality is as reality goes.
Sobering, suffocating, stunning.
Just what life is.
just. life.
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