All these years

“My mind goes back and forth
From hopeful to hopeless thoughts;
Having lost sight of dreams,
Worries turn into a stream.

Feeling helpless becomes the rule,
To struggle, there’s plenty of room,
To the mirror I ask what am I to do?
But the answer by now is overdue.

Not knowing, yet wondering,
Lost, yet wandering…
Always stuck in a spinning wheel,
How useless have I been all these years?”

Ana

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