Baskadia

Day by day I live an average life.
I work, study do the things that makes me feel alive.

But I’m not really alive.. I’m surviving.
Surviving under pressure to make those around me proud,
Feeling high in the sky yet drifting like a cloud.

Stable mentality.. Enough to get by,
Yet my heart beats to reach out to the sky.

“Follow your hopes.. Follow your dreams.. Maybe they aren’t as difficult as it may seem.” But failure is my biggest fear.. After all it’s all I hear.

It aches me, shakes me, breaks me further and further the more I turn back on my passions and continue to walk the path I’ve forged myself rather than taking the paths my soul yearns for..

Life as a poet.. Is not easy let me tell you.. Competition is high yet profits are low, I dream to travel and let out my soul rather than stay weep and woe.. I want to live.. Not survive.. Be numb of everybody's expertees.. And live how I want to be.. I am me.. My heart is with the arts... Music, writing.. They’re every piece of my being... University.. Working an over night job.. Is at bay I’m keeping.

I dream big.. But live so small, physically I stand tall.. But inside I shy myself away from all.. I forge many possible career paths.. But my heart.. My soul.. Always guides me back... Back to this.. The life of a poet...