22

And you’re a glimmer of hope.
Like a light at the end of the tunnel.
And maybe I’m sorry?
Because there’s not much holding me back anymore
from getting my hands dirty.
Thoughts and ideals are cute for show.
In practice they become strained and difficult.
But that never mattered ’till now.
And I’m at a crossroads.
It seems there is not much reason anymore to stick to my path.
Why not go down this road? The road we will all take but I have hesitated to walk on.
Why not?
Truthfully, because I know there’s something better.
Something I have witnessed and felt. That something has kept me here.
Time ridicules patience.
I’m seeing it turn red.
I dream a lot of dreams and I think a lot of things.
Oh, how I’d like to let myself go.
But I hold on to you like that glimmer of hope that you are.
Like a child does a balloon.
And it’s hard to let go because what you wanted goes flying away.
And you may not always be the reason why I stay,
but right now you are.
And I’m scared to fail the transition
and give up all of my wishes.
I do this for me and only me.
So, I don’t ask for a damn thing.
I’m not sure I want to lose my way.
But how much longer shall I wait?