Fragments

The pieces of being a human are bold yet fragile.

Things that are far from changes, we try to reach
We endure everything that needs to be overcome
Until we are down to our own face, down to the floor

Staring ahead, it's still far out of reach
Breathing for the life we want
We struggle until we find it

Is it worth it?
Without notice, boundless time.
We realized we aged, yet we are still reaching
The capability of our frames, tested to its limits

We are still far, out of reach
Do we go about the same?
The different paths, the forked roads we meet

Twist and turns, the way it is
We hold onto our very own breaths
Shallow and deep, we try to hold on

To our very last seconds of searching
We only find the only matters concealed
Which lies within our own capacities