Somedays I feel trapped inside the past,
Inside the camera roll of memories—
The feelings, the emotions,
Frozen in time, yet ever-present.
Somedays I miss the freedom,
The freedom to explore,
The freedom to be whoever I wanted to be.
Somedays I miss the opportunities,
The chance to meet new people,
See new things,
And experience so much more.
Somedays I want to run away,
Escape it all, and start again.
Somedays I lust for what’s next,
That next moment,
That next interaction,
The ones you haven’t even thought of yet.
Those are the moments you cherish for life.
So some days, I wonder why I’m here,
Still sitting in my office chair,
In my hometown,
Day in, day out.
But then I realise—it’s part of the process.
You have to be here to get there.
You have to wish it to receive it,
You have to put in to get out.
Somedays, I realise
I have the potential to do it all.
I just have to be brave enough to find it.
