Infinite possibilities for such a finite life,
endless potential, with limited time,
Hope for the universe, scorn for what’s inside,
comfort for others, a prisoner in mind.
A query, that I request from others,
to share their hobby, for the future in their hand,
as for me, it has been, to start again,
to look ahead, attempting to dust off the pain.
boulders of insecurity and baggage of doubts,
yet, a lesson engrained through life, I step out,
I collapse often, my nose should have gone flat,
yet, I find myself picking me again, another time.
To take never give up to another stage,
and to choose for others that life can be kind,
another step, to another stage, to another lesson,
with finite life, and limited time, I keep going step-by-step.
It will be unfair to start it with words of wisdom,
or a quote I heard passing by,
it will be unfair to start with a lesson I have learned,
or to provide gratitude for people who supported my crimes
as I keep choosing to start, step-by-step, again-and-again,
it is only fair, to start it with, a poetry that makes no sense
no rhyming scheme, no structure, not clearly defined,
the essence of how I wrote, exactly as my thoughts flew.