I don't know why
comes this stubborn of infinity
in letting go of things I can't control
in holding on to something I can't assure
For my weakness, I swallow this uncertainty
I break through my zone
For these flaws I forced it out of my space
hoping it eventually fades
But there's no use of begging to be in control
because you never get
you never will
mastering your own game for so long without stumbles
And by stumble,
it meant hard on a rock
Until you bleed your reasons to stay giving
until your dreams are pouring out
You can't
And you never will
be the one who controls
The time
That still runs in your sleep
YOU ARE READING
Repetition
PoetrySometimes a cup of coffee and morning vibes won't work until you get a pinch of reality to be fully aware of ourselves, and what is truly happening outside our living bubble. Let's read one to find which line of this reality hit yours.
