All alone are days I spent,
When I was down and out,
Waiting for time to pass,
Flipping the hourglass.
Counting the seconds that go by,
Dreaming all the time,
Never wanting for tomorrow to come,
In this crazy life of mine.
Looking forward to the future,
Is something I always did.
Then I realized that the best days,
Are those that I have already lived.
Super good meter and rhymes and a good topic that you say something.
That sums me up to a tee.
What that’s so pessimistic why do you guys think that? Yes I lived a good life but I was pressured to succeed whereas now things are much more laid back. I can’t feel that my best days are behind me till I’ve accomplished something tangible, like had kids, did something to make my family proud.
This is written from a viewpoint of someone who’s lived a majority of their life depressed. They’ve accepted their lifestyle and one of the few things that keep them going are the memories they shared when they were happy.
Most of memories are good ones, but i remember the causes of the bad times.
How would an optimistic respond to this, yes there have been good times in the past, but we need to live in the future, there have also been bad times in the past.
To each his own, just making conversation. A mood expressed is a heart poised for the future. Made that up. I appreciate the poetic license to go where and when you want to the stars even. It is fulfilling and you can say you been there. Most things and moods and emotions are a good place to visit. They make a rut after a while and then there is that.
I’ve looked out my back door to make haikus. It’s the same but the poems are different.
The bad memories contribute to the depression, singling out the good ones only.
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