Pen in my hand
But only pain at end
Words on the paper
Feelings so heavy
At the moment of glimpse
Gives a feeling of ease
Only to remember
The fate at the end
Heart so heavy
Words even heavier
Feet feeling numb
from all I can remember
All the good laughs and youthful delights
All the feelings of comfort
Only to know it dies out
How they like to say
All good things come to an end
Maybe the end was
after all my beginning
Trying to release
All these doubts
But maybe this all has a meaning
Meaning of hurt and love to pass
To know of the true and harsh real reality
How much heavier can we manage
When the baggage gets much to handle
And the patience becomes of the past
Looking hopelessly into the abyss
Of what we call the future