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Come What May
Trying to predict,
The future ahead,
What’s in store for me?
One day I will see.
In the darkness of night,
I lay alone, all by myself,
Thinking about life,
My worrying health.
Looking forwards,
Not looking back,
Trying to keep,
My life on track.
Staying in the present,
These moments pass fast,
What may lie tomorrow?
Hoping it will last.
Leaving behind each day,
That has passed,
Focusing on future memories,
That can’t be predicted or forecast.
Only time will tell,
What is next,
Until then,
My mind needs to rest.
As for the future,
No clue what it may hold,
Knowing one day,
That I will grow old.
Memories fade,
Each day that goes by,
This life will be dust,
In the blink of an eye. -
The Unknown
Tried to wait and see,
What lays ahead in this life,
Distracted and troubled,
No beliefs of an afterlife.
The journey I’m taking,
With no visual end,
When will my mind,
Be on the mend.
Looking ahead,
What will happen next?
In this world I am living,
No time to relax and rest.
Too many times,
I’ve often wondered,
The meaning of this life,
Maybe it doesn’t need a set answer.
This world that we live in,
Is truly unreal,
Not needing to be overthought,
Less complex thoughts are ideal. -
Wandering Mind
Floating in and out,
Through states of reality and fiction,
Not knowing what’s true,
Not seeing the bigger picture.
Not understanding,
How or why,
We are put here,
In the first place.
Attempting to predict,
What lays ahead,
Far too many ideas,
Race around in my head.
Will I fly high?
Higher than the stars in the sky?
Will I lose control of myself,
With no idea how or why?
The question to ask myself,
Is what does my life mean?
When I’m constantly haunted,
By thoughts and bad dreams.
Complex or simple?
I really do wonder,
Am I staying afloat,
Or sinking down under?
My mind overthinks,
When life really is simple,
When I could instead, think less,
Letting go of unnecessary stress. -
Thought Bubble
Distracted,
By mind chatter and bad dreams,
Thoughts racing wildly,
What does this all mean?
How can I place myself,
Out of this chatter?
What lies ahead?
It truly does matter.
Eyes open then closed,
These dreams do haunt me,
In a state of struggle,
I wish they’d let me be.
How could I possibly,
Predict how this life may go?
Do I really need to?
I could just lay low.
Pretending,
Envisioning a life full of purpose,
A meaning and reason,
I hope this is worth it. -
Future Focussed
Retracing my footprints,
That I left behind,
Makes me think,
About my previous mind.
Was my mind,
Caught up in thoughts?
Stuck in a loop,
Jumbled and caught?
Leaving everything behind,
Letting it go,
Am I on the right track?
I really don’t know.
How do I move forward,
On this bumpy ride?
It makes me confused,
Although I take it in my stride.
Coming back to find me,
Showing me of a time,
When there were footprints,
That I once left behind.
Finding myself,
Learning from those past steps,
It is in myself,
The place in which I’ll go next. -
Fading Away
An unsettling feeling,
The devil within,
Creating troubling thoughts,
Creeping under my skin.
It’s hard to see,
I’m fading away,
Not becoming better,
Day after day.
I can no longer see,
The sun in the sky,
All I can see,
Are rain clouds, passing by.
Forever fading,
Away into the distance,
No longer seeing,
A purpose, in this existence.
When light is so bright,
Although it seems so dark,
Trying to put on,
A happy mask.
Taking off the mask,
I’m hiding behind,
Being true to myself,
With the presence of mind.
Finding out what I value,
As well as what is true,
I have so much,
To look forward to.
Unwinding,
From this bumpy ride,
Hiding all the,
Fear that’s inside.
Forward steps,
Is the way to go,
Moving through,
The highs and lows. -
Brighter Days Ahead
Asking why,
I see colours of grey,
The present is cloudy,
Where are my colourful days?
Looking up to the stars,
In the darkness of night,
When will I see,
More brightness and sunlight?
I see from my window,
The swaying of trees,
Caught up in wind,
The troubling breeze.
Looking at myself,
From a bird’s eye view,
It’s not so bad,
I think there’s more to look forward to.
As I notice and listen,
To the quietness around me,
I start to rewind,
Letting still moments find me. -
Uncertainty
Retracing past steps,
With a cloudy mind,
Remembering small parts,
Most moments intertwined.
A state of confusion,
What truly happened?
Are my retraced steps real,
Or did I imagine?
Looking forward ahead,
What may happen next?
Great imagination,
Has left me perplexed.
Finding it difficult,
To see me in a world,
With a state of serenity,
Or is that a dreamworld?
Should I wait and see,
What may lie ahead?
Or try and predict,
The way forward, in my head? -
Finding Purpose
Lost and not found,
In this mind I am trapped,
Loss of body sensation,
Not knowing if I’m intact.
Hours go by,
Each moment is fleeting,
The phases of life,
Each minute, I’m keeping.
The point of this lifetime,
I don’t really know,
What is my meaning?
Just go with the flow.
Trying to make sense,
Of what should be simple,
Life doesn’t always have a set method,
No book of followed by rules.
There is no way of knowing,
Can only predict what may happen next,
In our lives we move forward,
Until we lay down and rest. -
Forward Journey
Seeking a life,
With less chaos and more peace,
Hopefully it happens soon,
It’s out of my reach.
The twists and turns,
On the pathways I take,
Sometimes I am led in the wrong direction,
Making many mistakes.
Thoughts wander,
In all directions,
Placing a burden on myself,
Those around me as well.
Wondering if there is a way out,
An exit from this mess,
Leading to more clarity,
It’s tricky to know what may happen next.
Around in circles,
The mind does go,
Moving fast,
Then moving slow.
The attempts to retrace previous steps,
Forgetful and in a haze,
Will I ever know what happened?
Blank minded and in a daze. -
Tricks of the Mind
Vacantly staring,
As the mind drifts into space,
Realising that this life,
Is not a race.
Seeing objects and faces,
That aren’t visibly showing,
The mind wanders to places,
Lights that aren’t there,
Are flashing and glowing.
Textures are not the same,
As other’s would feel,
Believing it’s normal,
Not a big deal.
The loudness of voices,
When no-one is there,
All seems so real,
Voices coming from somewhere,
Not knowing where.
Frightened of sleeping,
What will happen when eyes are closed?
Dreams are truly real,
This is not the life that I chose. -
Unlinked Mind
Moments pass quickly,
A mind filled with laughter,
Distraction and chaos,
Brain fog and disaster.
Rush of thoughts,
Can never slow down,
Creeping and lurking,
When no-one’s around.
A frown to a smile,
World turned upside down,
Where not much makes sense,
Can’t turn this around.
Tried joining the dots,
Pieces still not linking,
Not able to comprehend,
Racing thoughts and overthinking.
Looking for a time,
When this may all pass,
Vision blurred for the future,
Never slowing, way too fast.
Moving on forward,
Not seeing an end,
To this disorderly thinking,
How many more moments,
Until the mind is on the mend? -
Unclear
Surrounded by darkness,
With no clear escape,
Not knowing what’s around,
What will the mind create?
Haunted with each moment,
That passes on by,
Hoping for brightness,
Please give me a sign.
Hearing whispers in my ears,
Are they made up or real?
This whirlwind of chatter,
Gives an unusual feel.
Not knowing what’s right,
Not knowing what’s true,
Leaves me stuck,
Having no clue.
Wanting to see the light,
When may the darkness fade?
Reality or fiction?
Will these moments ever change?
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