Life

For the first time in my life 

Im excited for the future

Instead of living in the past 

I just don't know how long it will last 

Somehow I end up back where I was

finding comfort in the sadness 

as one does 

It is the human condition to feel 

but when everything starts to seem surreal 

you can't know whats real 

when your thoughts are almost too much to deal 

Being old doesn't mean your wise 

its a lie 

it means the light has dimmed in your eyes 

not much to your suprise 

you always knew who you'd be inside

You are who you are

you have to accept it 

You'll spend the rest of your life 

wondering what happened 

Reviews

[I'm trying my best okay]

Your not the only one who finds comfort in sadnesses, their origins unknown to them. Great poem.