You swallowed up such a big piece of my history,
And now I don’t know if I’m meant to be unhappy
Maybe in due time, the stars will align
And I’ll have my chance to shine.
But until then,
The dark places in the back of my mind
Will have to suffice.
There is no crime in being kind,
Even when you’re left high and dry.
So please just take this mess
And find a contingency of happiness,
A shred of success.
And the rest will be for the best.
There is no past without regret,
There is no future without disillusionment.
There is no present
Without the oppressed.