All of it will be gone one day,
No matter how hard you try;
You are running too fast to get there,
Unaware that your time is passing by.
You run behind all this glitter,
But you are too blind to see;
The door to life is still locked,
And you are leaving behind the key.
Tired are your feet,
Walking into somebody else’s shoes;
Came too far with these bruises all over that make you look so different,
That the mirror now sees a different view.
I sit here and look at you from a far corner,
Remembering how exactly you were before becoming this person that I don’t recognize anymore;
So I keep remembering the old you and saving memories in my poetry,
Patiently waiting for you to come back,
Keep your shoes safe by my side, on the floor.