Everyday I wake up
A thought keeps me drowning,
What if I don't wake up the next morning?
What about the dreams,
I didn't wake up of.
The wardrobe of my fantasies,
The car at my doorway,
yet to be bought.
The home, I longed to live in.
How about
The confessions I never made,
The chances I couldn't take
The regrets I owe to life
The apologies they owe to me
What about those unread books of my time
The last pages of my notebooks
The unused diaries lying there
The chronicles I wanted to give life....
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