The past of the future
Everyday we pace around
Fearing the judgements of our past,
Keeping in mind , the problems that lie ahead.
We live our life in an everlasting a contemplating state.
We wait for a large cause for joy,
Instead of enjoying the brief moment it actually exists in.
Sitting down on my chair
I write these lines of irony ,
For my words don't match the thoughts I possess .
Here I am,
Forever waiting for these words
To stick to me and guide me to the everlasting peace I seek.
Happiness is not something
That should remain forever
But if happiness doesn't stay
Neither should the wounds from the past.
Let's not fret about the past,
As the times to come are full of jolly smiles.
These words might seem thoughtless to you,
But I have pure intentions.
All I can do is ,
Make you believe these are true.
For our future is something that creates a path for the past.