In the end

What things, in need, do we perceive

To be the dreams of which we’ve dreamed

Though, all in all, we’ve been deceived

Through years of loneliness we see.

So we speed through thoughts received

Telling to cautiously proceed

All because we can’t believe

There’s better things to help us breathe.

So we suffocate ourselves, in need

When all it took was to believe

That our own worth could fill the sea.

To think it could be so easy

To know your worth and be happy.

So why are we so blind to these

Unhealthy traits and inner pleas

To just slow down and feel a breeze

To take our time and find release

In all the things we’ve loved and dreamed.

So easy, or so it seems.

To see your life so plainly

Played out once it’s too late to breathe.