hitting balls with bats is cool ! no wonder Z likes it so much
So I haven’t posted a poem ( or one of my really long thoughts that are not so much poetry) in a really long time so , i found one in my journal that i liked and its how i feel right now so i shall share with you.
P.S thanks to every one who wished me a happy b- day, you guys are great , it means a lot to me
In the end,….. the end?
when all the times of your life are now useless.
In the end when you can feel the urge to not exist.
To want to not exist?
Is that not wrong in one way or another?
Maybe it is, but what’s wrong with not wanting to endure the "wonders" of life.
To not care? is that just as bad, to not care were you end up.
That may be as bad as caring to much.
Being to careful maybe mistaken as carelessness, being afraid to make another move .
May this be just as bad as whether you move at all.
Being afraid you might not be great enough may be as bad as not being great at all.
So do I expect the end ?
Of course not, still thinking I have too much to do.
But I wouldn’t mind if I didn’t
So why so young and so restless?
Maybe it’s the fear of knowing the end is so far off and almost unreal.
But like all happiness and all the troubles “this too shall pass”
P.S thanks to every one who wished me a happy b- day, you guys are great , it means a lot to me
In the end,….. the end?
when all the times of your life are now useless.
In the end when you can feel the urge to not exist.
To want to not exist?
Is that not wrong in one way or another?
Maybe it is, but what’s wrong with not wanting to endure the "wonders" of life.
To not care? is that just as bad, to not care were you end up.
That may be as bad as caring to much.
Being to careful maybe mistaken as carelessness, being afraid to make another move .
May this be just as bad as whether you move at all.
Being afraid you might not be great enough may be as bad as not being great at all.
So do I expect the end ?
Of course not, still thinking I have too much to do.
But I wouldn’t mind if I didn’t
So why so young and so restless?
Maybe it’s the fear of knowing the end is so far off and almost unreal.
But like all happiness and all the troubles “this too shall pass”