A Clear Degradation
Im at the middle of the fifth semester now,
I handle things differently.
Short tempered,
Or stick to my own decision?
Wondering,
Or can’t stop asking?
I did what my -third-semester-self would never thought I would.
Anger, Happiness, Anxiety, Frustration.
I have fun, Live a life.
I had an achievement,
Some would thought it’s nothing,
But I’ve dream it since a long time ago.
Now that I check it on my bucket list,
Time to find a new dream to pursue.
I haven’t met the one tho.
Not that it really matters,
But when I do, probably things will change a bit.
Alive,
Breathing,
Every gears turning,
Every parts fall perfectly,
Every minds, move beautifully.
Learning new stuff,
Keeping in touch of people far away,
While at the same time strengthen the old ones.
I say I’m happier now,
Thankful of what I got.
Fresh souls,
Excited minds,
A never ending curiosity.
