Weißt du noch wer Du warst,

Perhaps,

I'm too young to worry about what's to come,

And too old not to worry about what's to come,

There's a future that's faceless for now,

Without a carriage of burden of the things i don't do now,

It's like everyone around me has figured out how,

To live in this world and have a vow,

The bird without an aim is destined to die,

But death's to come whether or not i survive,

It sickens me and worries me,

What will I do?

Am i doing enough?

Will it be enough?

Days on days,i count my days,

Perhaps tomorrow I'll have an answer,

In the direction which i should row my way,

But it's an endless see of questions and wonder,

Will i be successful or will i be left,

It's become a burden now ,

To carry myself each day,

Do others fiddle with the same worries like i do?

If yes,why don't we unite and share this worry,

Worry of a future that we haven't seen.

But for today,if i live for tomorrow,

Will i ever live?

But for today,i live for yesterday,

Have i ever lived?

Why do my dreams seem so foreign to me,

These questions are a leverage beneath my feet.

For the unseen future that we all share,

I wish us nothing but a face of a future,

More than being successful or with all the wealth,

I wish us a life in which we'd be happy and content,

A life where we can wake up tomorrow to see the face of sun,

For that,the face of future is nothing but my own,

Nothing but my own,

I shall decide, I'll be the master.

There are always consequences of my choices,

And choices of my consequences,

I don't wish a discrete answer,

But the one i don't regret.

I don't live for yesterday or tomorrow,

I live for today,

If i do a little then it'll accumulate and be something greater,

Greater than the face of a future i worry about today.

-tamanna

I’m lost.

I’m lost at sea-

The sea of my feelings.

Feelings you never returned.

I’m aching.

Sore from all the love i gave,

Torn from yearning what i never received.

I’m lost.

I’m aching.

I don’t see the end.