The angry voices on the phone,
The messy room in front of me.
If only I was prone
To all the things around me.

The big decisions in the future.
The crazy things in front of me.
If only I had decisive nature,
To have a clear road waiting for me.

The wilted red carnations.
The half melted candle in front of me.
If only they lasted forever, these creations,
To have a forever life bestowed upon me.

The closed blinds,
The arrowhead in front of me.
If only I loved good persons,
To be wise for the rest of me.

The sweet music in my ears,
The soft fabric covering me.
I have a body and a brain,
So, I should make the most of me.