Days are passing,
Seasons coming and going.
Yet all seems the same.
I remember back,
In the days I was younger.
With a mind full of visions and dreams.
Hoped life would be different.
Yet till now,
Everything's the same.
Saw myself in a whole different world.
Perhaps years weren't what I thought they were.
I mentioned years
Forgetting that that was only a digit.
As I watched them pass,
Like a river, never returning.
Life treats me like a puppet,
Choosing paths for me.
Made plans, visualized them
And curved my routes.
Yet life always introduced me to whole new things.
Ending up doing the unplanned things.
But still holding on to my visions
And always saying ''One day...''