That was the problem
Was the "when"s became "if"s more frequently
and life felt like it moved tediously
but don't get me wrong, i felt it undeniably.
It became a chore though
Like I used to be a baker, Loving to knead the dough,
as time moved, and I began to bow,
It became more of a routine, and less of a vow.
I couldn't have grown, couldn't have known
that anything would've been different without you,
but that's it too, and I think I always knew.
We'd grow to separate branches,
When, no, If I stayed I would've been branch-less.
But you know that's not a life I can live,
Living to serve to another to give up ambition,
Just to lead a life full of misgivings.
So if you're reading this,
If you're thinking "Oh those times, how I miss-"
I encourage you to stop and think,
How long was it when the "when"s were "if"s,
and the "if"s were "when"s.
