And What If I Am Wrong?
I’ve been living like I’m on a summer break. Old things are over. Soon, new things will begin. But in the in between days… I can do what I want. Responsible for nothing; accountable to no one.
But I’m not on a summer break. I’m almost 30 years old but I’m still a child. I have this sense that when the time is right, things will just fall into place.
Someday I will finish that project.
Someday I will write that song.
Someday I will say what I’ve kept inside, and then the world will know.
But the world doesn’t wait. Dreams don’t wait. People don’t wait.
And what if while I’m killing time, waiting for the right opportunity… it’s already too late?