When morning comes, another chapter of my life has gone
The pages couldn’t be rewritten, the titles couldn’t be erased
Everything is there, black on white
For a brief moment I panicked, I’m scared….
What if the book of my own life can’t be bestseller?
What if no one likes my life?
Again….I’m panicked, I’m scared…..
I tried to write on the pages all over again
But I can’t…
No matter how I tried, I can’t rewrite history
Even history of my life
I can’t tell the mornings not to come
I can’t hold the arrival of the mornings
I can’t make others to like my life
Now, now I got it…
That’s it’s okay my life is not perfect
As long as I like my life….
As long as I can tell myself that my life
Has to go on….
No matter how hard it is
It is my life….