Days are spent without much lament
but doubts still creep back.
What ifs of the past
haunt sometimes,
sometimes I am just
oblivious to it all.
Everyone says think of the future
but why?
when I can just live in this day.
By my rules, my success, my failures.
I don't understand how they affect you
as you have lived your own life.
Now let me define my own
in my time.
You say society views our moves
but does it matter?
for they always patter.
Yet I'm still bound after all my talk,
wasting away at the altar of your goals
and my stubborn need
or fear to never share.
For there is this little hesitation
that still craves your vote.
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Musings ✔️
PoetrySome thoughts, some plots, connecting some dots. Circling in my mind, they were bound, so I penned them down. Here they are free, amidst the blue skies and we. 2018 Poetry Collection.