At The Crossroad of My Dreams
I’ve explored different seas, ran passed countless trees, and walked through the coldest mist — yet, I’m still here, at the crossroad of my dreams.
I’ve wished for different stars, reaching one over another, and imagined myself shining if I owned it — yet, I’m still here, at the crossroad of my dreams.
I’ve traveled different paths, strolled around cities, and wandered through endless streets, with my bag of hopes that I’d find a stop — yet, I’m still here, at the crossroad of my dreams.
I’ve daydreamed it all, written the plans, painted the illusions, so I’d know where to go, what to do, and how to be — yet, I’m still here, at the crossroad of my dreams.
I’ve burned, been bruised, been scarred, and survived many downfalls, then I’ve thrived and grown like the butterflies have — yet, I’m still here, at the crossroad of my dreams.
I’m twenty-five, yet still no idea about life.
I swore I’ve grown, yet I don’t know where to go.
I’ve dreamed of different shes, yet still no glimpse of who I should be.
© Muthia Huda 2022
