(another) come back *wink*
one and a half year has passed, and here I am starting to write another story
let's talk about the life after graduation, simply because I'm (already) at that age now
.
.
there she was
on a celebration where everyone was happy and no one pay attention
of the day after it
she was there
smiling brightly to everyone
open her arms, embrace one to another one to another one
she was clearly notice of what's ahead her
but she decide to just enjoy today and worry no for tomorrow
.
.
there she was
lying on her bed looking at the ceiling
she is conscious now of what today is
she is no longer a student, but not a worker either
she has lost her direction
of what she is going to do
.
.
walking through door to door
office to office
spreading her own piece of paper written her own about
yet she found herself sitting facing a screen
.
.
oh was I too late?
planning on my future instead of living today?
am I able to turn back time?
to the good old days when I worry about nothing
.
.
she found herself wandering
through the world of imaginary
where everything is possible
and she starts dwelling in a daydream
that she forgets to living
.
.
cont'd.
let's talk about the life after graduation, simply because I'm (already) at that age now
.
.
there she was
on a celebration where everyone was happy and no one pay attention
of the day after it
she was there
smiling brightly to everyone
open her arms, embrace one to another one to another one
she was clearly notice of what's ahead her
but she decide to just enjoy today and worry no for tomorrow
.
.
there she was
lying on her bed looking at the ceiling
she is conscious now of what today is
she is no longer a student, but not a worker either
she has lost her direction
of what she is going to do
.
.
walking through door to door
office to office
spreading her own piece of paper written her own about
yet she found herself sitting facing a screen
.
.
oh was I too late?
planning on my future instead of living today?
am I able to turn back time?
to the good old days when I worry about nothing
.
.
she found herself wandering
through the world of imaginary
where everything is possible
and she starts dwelling in a daydream
that she forgets to living
.
.
cont'd.
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