The Truth

I sat there, in the breeze. The wind slapping my face;

But at the same time feeling good.

All the thoughts I had,

Every single one hitting me

.

All the words echoing in my head;

Putting me in a pensive mood.

"You throw tantrums", "You argue a lot",

"You are a crybaby", "you will never figure out what you want to do".

I sat there, in confusion. Wondering what to do.

Voices of people I knew, spoke in my head

" do this", "do that", or, "you will figure out what to do".

The truth is I don't know what to do.

I sat there, in the gentle wind; thinking about what life means?

Why people are like they are?

But an opposing voice in my head told me the answer to it;

Life isn't too deep, it's just what you make of it,

You don't need to figure everything out,

You don't need to overthink anything anyone says.

I sat there, in a state of tranquillity,

my mind at last clearing up all the thoughts that had clogged in there.

I finally appreciated the cool breeze, feeling serene.