Scribbled Thoughts

Wake before purpose

to create your own,

eat your intentions

and settle into determination.

A path has been found,

now you follow it.

Spend a day

to fantasise

then walk away

with a bigger reality,

giving you hope again,

finally,

to see happiness

in the future.

Visit a memory

that seemed happy

at the time

but is now cloaked

with your knowledge,

revealing the sinister end

a child did not know.

Can you still smile

as you recount it?

Good.

Mix together

your bloodline

blended with anger and pain,

a reminder

to be better,

reshape

your own mind

to reveal your story.

A born purpose

that struggles

to understand its role

and seeks

moments

to dance to,

twirling into

a new adventure.

Do you overreach

just for the chance

to grasp at

something further down?

Or should you be

more realistic

and accept

looking up

for always?

Year of motivations

to change a mindset

stuck in melancholy.

Paint new layers

onto the tired walls

and rip the imperfect away

to start again

and try.

I am still not okay,

does that make me boring?

Unable to get excited

and pretending to be interested,

planning distractions of tomorrow

instead of living

in the season of today.

Let it be over

so I can stop hiding

and merge amongst

everyone’s

January blues.

Wrap up the year

of almosts

and lost chances

and enter a year

of distractions

where this time

you may succeed

at something,

even if it’s not

what your heart

yearns for most.

Grip my temple

and mock

my determination

to accomplish

what I must.

Why am I here,

at your request,

if you don’t want

to complete

and move onto

what comes next?