What is my existence to this world?
I am a subject to the realities of life
My realities seem to be just a dream
How so ever, I maybe
The way I perceive life to be
This is me
Often my past pulls me down
And then my future excites me
Then there is my present
Giving me an existence in this world
A reason to be in the world
No matter how much I hate it
The biggest irony in this life
Is to smile when things are harsh on you
Just to make yourself believe
That a smile makes a day brighter
It does, for a while
But you just can’t go on smiling forever
My thoughts often remain within me
Subdued inside a person in me
Stubborn as can be but very volatile too
Making life be practical and not think positively
Aiming aimlessly too high
And not knowing where she is going
People can often be confusing
I aint no exception
It’s the confused life that makes people explicable
And yet people never try to look within
The outside aint just everything
A bigger world, a bigger life, a bigger person.
Lives within every individual
Yet when I still question myself
What is my existence to this world?
I still get no answer
Because the answer is within myself
And until I don’t discover myself
I may never find out...
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