By Argus Waikhom
I’m 27, but I feel like I’m going to die in three years
The future might be bright, but it ain’t in my hands yet
Hold the smile for later
Keep the break for later
I can grow old and say I would have taken it slow
“Money can’t buy you happiness.”
But I don’t have either of them
On a road that can lead anywhere
I’m writing on a black sheet
But does my pen have the ink to find its way out?
“Things take time.”
It’s hard to take it in
For whom are we struggling?
All my grave wants is to decompose
Is being ambitious a gift or a curse?
Wish I wanted that Arcadia life
A peaceful breakfast made with her love
But I don’t have either of them
On my first job, mom says
“Life like this is sure as sweet.”
Well, ain’t for me
Each daylight went by with a blink
And the night sky paves the way
Where sweets stays in my mouth
And sour makes me awake
Life goes on