My fears

Spike: My fears – Pubblish By Roberto Spike on 31/10/2017

My fears

The my fears now fall
like red autumn leaves
swept away by the sweet wind
dragging them away by my thoughts

I look at an old wooden bench
where I would sit alone
to think about mistakes made
which prevented me from looking ahead.

Now I walk in the tree-lined avenue
admiring every single detail
a small brick in life
which helps build your own future.

I do not want to turn back
with a sigh of regret
punishing my own person
for the dreams I left to die.

What I want now
it’s just being happy
looking at my future
like a dream come true.

(¯`*†Spike†*´¯)

My fears ultima modifica: 2017-10-31T16:36:36+00:00 da Roberto Spike
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