Lonesome

We are the conductors of a lonesome belonging,
Orchestrating thoughts and feelings,
Composing the story of our lives.
No matter how many musicians play along,
We have to be bold, roll up the sleeves
And designate the finest concert of all times.

© living in verses

Am I destined to eternal hollowness
or it is only me being utterly indrawn?
Sometimes I wish I pondered less
And lived a life more unlatched
But this bareness eats me up
A demon going wild on bliss
At times softer
At times sharp
Leaving me in a pond of distress

© living in verses

My past had shaped me into a silly turtle
Hiding in the shell at every prosy lane
But thinking it over you come to realize
That the past is long gone and it’s time for a change
It’s time to smile more and make fun of yourself
Because life is too short to hide away in a shell

© living in verses