In this world,
So vast and wide,
I struggle to keep up,
With the tide.
Feeling left behind,
Oh how it weighs,
A burden too heavy,
To bear these days.
The world moves on,
Never slowing down,
And I am left,
In this small town.
Watching as dreams,
Slip away,
Wondering when,
My turn will come to play.
But hope still flickers,
Within my heart,
A small spark,
That refuses to depart.
For even in,
This endless race,
I have my own,
Unique pace.
I'll keep going,
Step by step,
Embracing the path,
That I have kept.
And though I may,
Be left behind,
I'll find my own way,
And peace of mind.