Breathe
by: wilmapark_
Isn't it ironic how we are surrounded by air but we're still having hard time breathing?
Like how funny it is that there are good things around us yet living is equals to struggling...
Better days, they say, are waiting ahead of us so we must keep going
But what if we've been trying? Been running? Yet we're still failing...
Have you ever wandered and somehow found yourself stuck in a labyrinth?
Where everything seems dark; no colors and light yet full of purple hyacinth..
In a place of what we call the no return, in which we don't physically get lost..
The place where even finding yourself, your happiness and peace comes with a great cost
It is an unspoken truth that things aren't easy
They're always meant to be complicated and hard
Sometimes things gets too much it even makes us dizzy
Often times it even drains us to the point we end up feeling tired
Though some people will keep on going, moving and fighting,
Clinging on the spark of hope that there are betters days ahead
Yet they will still feel trapped, like they had just faced a dead end
Little by little those spark dies down, every last bit of chance diminishing
Such event will lead not just to wandering but also to wondering
Wondering if there really is something worth it waiting at the end of this
Even a tiny bit that will embrace them at the end would be so much bliss
And that perhaps one day all these striving will end, and only joy is left growing
As to why they wandered in the first place, some would see the reason underneath it
Cause things have been suffocating; suffocating such actually being an understatement
And above all of it, air isn't exactly what they yearn nor do they seek any accomplishment
For sometimes, in even just a short of period of time, all they want and wish is to breathe
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