He Stands Still to Contemplate

Everybody he had loved was gone
They didn't leave him per say
It was just that they were all
In different phases of their lives

He was still stuck
In the same phase of life
Still Contemplating his own life

He was still putting together
The pieces of the bigger puzzle
Which forms this thing
He calls his dream

His life seemed mellow
His actions seemed
To be making him
go around in circles

What was he supposed to do?

Was he supposed to do
What everybody tells him to?
Was he supposed to actually follow
What he knows in his heart is true?

So he had to look on
As everybody walked away

Because sometimes life is not
about who you walk with

Sometimes its about
Asking the question

Of whether or not
you are on the right path

This was a question
he had to ask himself
Because he could see
the end of this particular path
He could already see
where it leads to

Although it lead to somewhere good
He needed to be somewhere great

He always thought that
the next phase of his life
would bring with it joy
But never has he ever felt this lost

He had no direction
He had no one to talk to
All he had was the warmth
Which his passion brought

Maybe his passion
would be the only thing
that would lead his journey

For he knew that
He had burned those bridges
For he knew that
He had nowhere to go back to

And at this point
He could only look ahead
For that is the only path
And the only option
That he had left

To put his all
Into the pursuit
Of his dream

To put his very being.
Into making sure
When he reaches the end
He can say

That he has lived