All but Mist....

It’s always so sure,

It’s always so obvious.

Tomorrow will be another day,

And we will become a day older,

But it has always been about

What if?

Taking life for granted as we go,

Planning for things far ahead,

What a waste of time,

To be so sure of life.

Neither pessimism,

Nor the absence of hope.

Just faint realization,

We are just mere toys,

In the hands of creators.

Can look back in past,

Can plan for future, and

Waste the more worth present in it.

The choice is yours,

To be taken by the flow,

Of destiny,

With weak possibilities,

Or act in the present, and

Never regret a second.

Be someone,

Not just among everyone.

That someone who made,

Every second of his life,

Count,

Every act,

Worth being remembered,

That someone,

Who lived everyday,

But was too alive to be dead,

In any way.