A thousand ideas, a million dreams,
All passing through my mind.
So many roads I want to take,
Yet somehow, I am lost inside.
I keep chasing,
But I don't know what I'm chasing.
I keep running toward something,
But every step still feels empty.
My soul hurts.
My mind feels broken.
Life feels heavier than I can explain,
And sadness lives in me
Without a reason I can name.
I don't know my purpose.
I don't know which dream is mine.
A thousand voices call my name,
But I don't know which one to follow.
And sometimes,
The weight becomes too much.
Sometimes I feel like ending it all,
Like disappearing from this life
Without hurting the people
Who still look up to me.
A thousand ideas.
A million dreams.
Yet here I am,
Still searching for one reason
To stay.
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Author:
Ezekiel Olayemi (
Offline) - Published: September 11th, 2026 04:20
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Comments1
This poem seems to ask a question that I have asked from the other end why leave not why stay. The same rope just two different ends. Nicely written.
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