What if that’s how I’m gonna live
Would not say pathetic but
Sophisticated, indeed.
Without major expectations
Or, Lord forgive, relying on the others.
Without seeking help from the outside,
But rather constantly being my own benchmark.
Laughing when funny
But not when supposed to.
Talking or not,
Yet certainly not feeling guilty for escaping.
Not blaming yourself for preferring dreams to parties
Or associating sounds with a crack of glasses.
Neither comparing, nor judging.
Not letting anyone intervene within your thoughts for longer than an hour
Or even a few minutes.
And keeping your jokes that sour
As they used be right before you aimed at pleasing everyone
How about living your life without posting each step on Instagram
And sharing the pics for gaining validation.
In the eyes of who? That’s is the question.
Meeting up with those you genuinely want to see
But not the fancy rendezvous with its small talks when all you do is that you wonder
whether they really have nothing to talk about
except for the cloths
Maybe, guys
Or classic “yup, the weather is nice”.
I’d rather keep silent about what’s circulating on my mind
If there’s not a single topic I can find
Which happens quite rarely but
we are still humans, aren’t we?
Another question. But for now,
Just still and confident,
Silent and prominent,
Sharp and yet sincere, as the vintage fabric
And, who knows, maybe listening to Hisaishi instead of Kendrick.