Dear, you.
Remember those moments you wished so hard to grow up? Just so them adults would listen to what you ought to say instead of their usual reply, "you're just a kid, so shut up." And what did you do? You act tough and stuffs, pretending that you were strong enough, though the fact was you were too weak, even just to fall in love.
So I leaned toward you, close enough so you could hear, "I'm just a moment, so don't let me pass you by," I whispered you clear. But you chose to be deaf, thought that I was one of your fears. You tried, fought, and got rid of me, not letting me get any nearer.
What happened right after was all things went too fast. You fell in and out of love, ended up breaking your own heart for those promises that won't last. You chose to grow up before those young blood in your veins left. You walked chin-up ahead, not looking back, so I let you passed. It was your choice, do not forget, so why do you nag? You complain about the moments lost and how you feel like you were losing the track. Now that you have your wish granted, you said you'd trade everything just to have your childhood back? ...Don't make me laugh!
Childhood... Those days you spent with nothing but having fun. What now, you think being in school is better than paying those bills, collecting money by the time the sun shines until there comes dawn? You used to think sleeping-time is unnecessary but now that your routines made you stay awake at night, all that you want to do is run. You spend your time complaining without a will to move on, a will to accept your guilt and to carry on. You said that it feels like having the back of your head attached to a gun, but you never say "game on".
One day you'll wake up and realize just how many times you have wasted and how many moments have flied. You'll wake up and realize the wrinkles on your cheeks and the dark marks under your eyes. You'll wake up and realize that all these times, all that you do was running away from your own life, a life that you should have enjoyed...but you let me passed you by. Now face your consequences because I have to say goodbye.
Sincerely,
Your moment.
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