Nocturnal Soul

THE REMINDERS OF WHAT I USED TO BE

 

People Who Turn Their Passion,

Into Their Professions, 

are the ones That are truly Lucky in life.

a risk that might turn your life into what it wants to be. 

 

Unfortunately for me,

my passions have turned to the reminders of what I used to be.

A thought full of happy memories,

like the rosses with its pointy thorns.

 

The choice to take that that risk was taken from me,

And now my profession has turned into the hardships,

For raising bread for my family.

 

The moment I was writing this poem,

I got a firing from my manager, and I was thinking,

I would have broken his jaw if I was the man I used to be.

 

I made a sacrifice for the happiness of my loved ones,

But now I am thinking,

What did that cost me.

 

Fifty to sixty or even maybe seventy,

These are the numbers that seems to be my deadline,

Such a short time,

And still I buried what I used to be.