I built the dams
and dug in the sands
when all that was in my hands
was to let it flow
I thought of bullet trains
and kept changing the lanes
when I didn't have to strain
and should have taken it slow
When I was shining like a star
I was thinking of only the scars
I let the moment to pass
when I could have enjoyed all the glow
Why am I still clinging to it
Why am I overthinking it
When all I need to do
is to let it go
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