Carry On

BY Raihan Triwafi Purwantori

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The world is no place for hopes and dreams.

Reality can only be one's path, it seems.

I no longer wish to live a good life,

As it appears to be too difficult a feat to thrive.

 

There’re too many things that these sunken eyes had seen,

Yet so gloomy this soul has been.

I live this life believing that it's not for me

And so dark, the way ahead for me maybe

 

But I looked around me and saw blood,

I looked at the grey path and upon it were tears.

Then I looked at myself, and I was dumbfounded,

I am alive, yet I am overlooked by nonsense fears.

 

Looking back, I realized I had nothing on me.

This is not the end I planned to be.

Now I looked at myself one more time

I know that who I am today is nowhere near my prime.

 

A man is only as good as his dream.

So, with the gleam of the stars, I will scream;

I am not finished, nor have I won.

My pessimism shall be punished. Now I shall carry on