Fading Waves

On the edge of eternal darkness, when you have no ground to stand up upon. Where do you find that glimmer of hope?

When everything feels like a mistake, when you’ve never managed to understand yourself—what drives you to continue?
Is it the will to succeed?
Is it the fact that someday you might be sold on to a dream?
Or is it the people you grew up with—not willing to let them feel that pain?
What makes you continue?

If you feel always wrong, alone in the chambers of your mind. When do you reach out? When do you break the chains that bind you down?
Do you surrender instead? Quiet down and limit yourself?

Do you wish someone would hear your silent cries? Give you what you yearn for? But it’s not that simple, is it?

You doubt yourself, it gets to you. Suffocates you. Deep in the ocean, lost to the surface. When opportunities present themselves, and you fail to take it—that’s when you realize you have been beat.

When your name is always missing and never known, you try to be recognized but no one else knows. That’s when you begin the downward spiral. It feels as though the whole world is against you. The burden becomes unbearable.

Each day, now a routine.
Eventually, you say, eventually. Eventually, you’ll break away from the grind and capture that fleeting happiness. The day is forever away and never in sight, yet the glimmer of light still makes you hopeful.

Forever unreachable, and forever away, yet it still gives you that hope. Locked down and nowhere to go, the routine keeps you busy enough. The questions come and go, the chambers surround your mind. The routine is always there.

Sleepless nights and silent cries, to forget about the misery. You remember the old days, reminiscent of the past. Nostalgia gives you that hope. No one comes to the world to be a failure, yet the grip of life has got us all locked down.

Nostalgia of what could’ve been. Nostalgia of what we were.
The naive and the good days, bright futures and no worries. Now, we have grown older—stuck in the system. All that’s left is what could have been?

Some make way. Some succeed. Some get what they want. Some greed for more. Some just want enough and no worries in the world. Some desire to be known; others to be unknown.

All the desires in the world, yet few ever reach them.
Even simple wishes seem oceans away.
We tell ourselves it will be enough—but it never is.
Wish it were and wish it was…
The never-ending ladder of contention, always within reach, but never reachable…