Retrospect

Living life to the fullest,
Was supposedly in action.
Make something of it
Everyday is a miracle
Theres only one chance.
These were the lines.
Governing my life
or so they say.
Here I stand on a threshold,
Gazing back at the past,
Lingering in the present,
Pondering about the future.
Mistakes made can never be changed.
Feelings hurt can never be healed
Friends lost can never be returned.
Which side do I turn?
The one that dictates the terms to me.
Or the one where I decide the terms.
Whichever way I go,
I would never be the same again.
What happened to the innocence?
That harbored me,
To the revolving pace of the world.
What happened to the elusiveness?
that weathered me,
to the tempering changes of time.
What happened to the ignorance?
that sheltered me.
To the winding reality of existence.
Like a paper boat on a rainy day,
I float in a puddle drenched.
Almost sinking trying to hold on.
With the hope of being saved.
Sometimes from this world,
sometimes from myself.
If living life to the fullest was easy,
Why do I find it hard?
If each day is a miracle,
What is the magic I should see?.
If all these questions were answered,
Theres nothing to retrospect about.
Mysteriously I live,
Deliriously I search,
Lividly I watch
All the things
that make me "Me"!!