By Eva Kuki
Staring at a smudged and deeply familiar scenery,
A breathing recording full of sighs of youthful days of might
Reminiscing the past when i gaze towards the golden half-light,
Fills my heart with the warmest of hues, comfort and sympathy.
Life is like a rally, running desperately.
A trip without a map; not knowing how it's going to end,
Haven't got the faintest idea how things going to bend
Rotating with every second as the hands of the clock ticking endlessly.
The process of an adult is difficult and heavy.
Countless regrets that had me stayed up till three.
If i have had a chance to go back to the time when i was happy-
Would i have become the better me?
Ill-equipped for confronting the upcoming challenges,
Although breathing and living, but I've been dying inside
Hanging on with a tired body and a tired mind- I sighed,
Yet still staying put and facing all of my weaknesses.
I wasn't endowed with anything special so constant efforts are my only weapon,
Whilst nothing more to lose; will fall ten times but stand eleven times,
I'll fall over and over again and success will come by if i continued on.