Confined

Some days, you wake up and you really wonder what you're here for.
Sometimes, you wanna know where you're headed and why the path doesn't seem so clear,
You wanna know what you're made of;
Stone and cement or ribbons and flowers.
You wanna know what makes you who you are and what brought you to this place.
Sometimes, you want to be greater.
Sometimes, you wish you were less.
Sometimes you just wana go to sleep.
But then again there's so much you wanna achieve.
Some days you'd rather not speak and you wish you could be invisible.
Some days you want to be the center of attention and you want to be loved.
Some days you just don't wanna be the person you were yesterday.
You wonder what's its like to be in a different skin and you take your time to get comfortable in your own.
Sometimes you wish you could escape the universe and sometimes you wish it just rushed into you.
Some days you wish wishes came true,
And that shooting stars would land.
For you've wished upon too many.
And then after these moments of thoughts,
You get off your bed and sit there in silence.
And you wonder if these walls will ever answer you.
The walls you built, yourself.