The Way We Are - Poem by Ahmed Shammasi
This is the ending, this is the last..
This here is the story of my worried past..
I was young and restless, reckless and bad..
So full of joy with the things I had..
Had a chance to wander somewhere far..
Only to return and question the way we are..
Unsettled and angry with everything I am..
Nothing else would make me feel less of a man..
I felt hopeless and helpless, sad and confused..
Desperate to change, and always be used..
I hated everyone around, and myself indeed..
Only because I did not know what I need..
Perhaps I was doubtful that you would adore..
Everything I am, and what I stand for..
For that I was eager to change my ways..
And spent my time dreaming for days..
A life I planned that relates nothing to me..
A picture I painted for your eyes to see..
I grew aweary to have my chance..
To execute all of my perfect plans! !
Only to realize the years have passed..
And I wasted the only chance we had..
I had my vision but I kept it concealed..
And I forgot to tell you the way I feel..
Now you are planning your own life..
And soon you will be someone's wife..
My plans are perfect, and useless they are..
For that they don't realize the way we are...
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