Just a matter of time

 It would just be a matter of time

When everything you ever wanted

Has become everything you have

When all your hard work and determination

Has turned into something or the other

When all your wishes have come true

Everything you’ve ever accomplished has made you proud.

And it would just be a matter of time

When there has nothing left for you to do

You have a perfect picture frame

That is hanged in your wall of excellence

There is nothing but a bag full of regrets

That you had buried deep inside your coffin of secrets

That won’t let you rest in peace.

Then you will realize that all you’ve done

Was nothing but a mere distraction to ignore

The thing you wanted the most

You will know that the distraction has turned into

The perfect picture that you’ve replaced with

Your broken frame of a happy picture that

 was hung in the most colorful wall of your room.

Then you would finally start to think of the endless

Possibilities that could turn your entire life into

Something not so perfect but rather something

That would have let you rest in peace.

But now you’re here in your perfect life,

Hiding things with your best fake smiles,

Away from all the things you wanted,

But near to all the things you pretended to like.

You’re happy here assuming to get what you wanted

But deep down you are always thinking,

If and only if you could do that one right thing

Things would be entirely different.

You wouldn’t have your perfect pastel painted life

But you would at least be what you wanted.

The things wouldn’t be in your favor but at least

You could be the best and the actual version of you.

You will realize it but it would be too late for you to make things right.

You try to find answers and you search for things,

You run into the streets, panting and full of sweat

Looking for something you can never find

You search for hours, you run into every spot

Looking for something you lost in the years

And when you’ve lost your hope again

You finally see her, sitting next to you

In an old bench, affectionately reading a book.

She looks at you and smiles

That smile you craved to see

“We are finally here again”

She whispers and smiles again

But your heart falls apart

When you see tears falling her eyes

That’s when you realize where you went wrong

But that didn’t change the way she felt

Everything you did and everything you didn’t

Was how she wished you to be.

“It’s good to see you again”

Was the last thing she said before she

Disappeared into the nightfall.