We hope to be a person we once wished to be. But time and again, we find ourselves lost. What is our purpose in life? We find ourselves asking this question more often than not. Every choice we make has its consequences. We are more intimidated by the thought of the consequence than the action itself. Something in us resists change. The more we want to change, the harder it gets.
Something leaves me in bother,
A feeling I can't smother.
Every part of life is scattered,
Losing sight of everything that mattered.
There's potential that I see,
For the person that I could be.
No evidence proves this to me,
Still, there's hope in me.
Can't explain, there's confusion.
Everything seems delusion.
Choices to make are abundant.
Consequences remain constant.
Afraid a little,
Hesitant still,
To commit to one thing,
That will mean something.
This poem intends to understand and confront the questions like, Why are we hesitant? And what do we fear?
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