The Unpredictable
People like to ask,"what's your life story,
Where are you headed?"
I can never seem to answer.
Eventually they get tired of waiting,
And slowly walk away.
But thats just it.
That's my life story.
People slowly leaving.
Nobody sees it,
Until its too late.
Until they've already let go.
They dont notice,
Until they look at the newest pictures,
And find me missing.
From Every... Single... One.
Some miss me enough to come back,
Even though they'll leave again soon enough.
While others would rather stay where they are.
I've learned to accept it.
Its simply the way things are.
I cant seem to fight fate.
So why do you struggle so much?
You know you'll never win.
Why make losing the battle that much harder?
I cant change my past,
I have no idea what's in store for tomorrow.
All I have is right now. This moment.
Why waste it...
Trying to control the unpredictable?
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