what becomes of us when all is said and done, when the cards are dealt?
and what becomes of us when the lights begin to fade on this, our life?
the forgotten promises, the half-hearted agreements, the cold cups of coffee never drunk.
what becomes of those?
and what becomes of us when the things we had are gone?
the lost friends, the missed acquaintances, the old pictures on the wall.
what becomes of those?
and what becomes of us when we feel we can't make it on our own?
the struggle of life, the harsh truth, the pain we feel.
what becomes of those?
and what becomes of us when our time to move on is near?
the long goodbyes, the reminiscent times, the pieces of heart we willingly give away.
what becomes of those?
and what becomes of us when we realise we must go it alone?
the friends, the lovers, the family that become our backbone.
what becomes of those?
the missed chances, the golden opportunities, the loveless relationships, the unrequited love, the tedious arguments, the wins and losses.
can somebody help me,
because i do not know what will become of me.
