sometimes before a two different road, there is a one little road that connecting both
you try to stroll, but at the end you just wandering walking
when you reach at one of the road then you ask yourself
-why i end up here? i think i should end up on another road-
then the glimpse of the life you had before start questioning you, whispering to your face, ice cold.
-is that just a lie? is that just your lucky try? did you just threw the dart mindlessly? do you having fun with it? what about the change? sometime you be like this and sometime you be like that?
these questions then you keep throwing to the wind and air that you breath
hoping someone to answer it.
but at the end i'm okay, the vagueness is still the same as the first time
just the damn picking luck
the different is, you lose nothing
but me, i lose ad i lost--
YOU ARE READING
Before The End
PoetryA boy with a thought that people change but writing remains. This is the story of me or maybe you too.
