mediocrity

I just figured out that

I am not happy.

I can’t even think

A single thing about me.

Am I getting clear

To what I have to say?

Cause every time, I fear

                That I’ll end up in dismay.

Am I really a part

                Of vivid possibilities?

And that I could fill my heart

                With gladness, not just fantasies.

There’s something in the air tonight,

Its summer but I can’t feel a bite.

Where’s my Romeo? But I am really not Juliet.

I wish I were.

I’ve been waiting for Prince Charming

With his noble steed, so bold.

I wonder if he could ever hear me weeping,

Maybe, he’ll meet me when I am old.

And what about my knight,

Glittering with his shining armor?

He could be still searching for his light,

When I should be the one he’s looking for.

I just thought Superman

Would catch me if I fall

He’s busy saving others, is that really a man?

Maybe. He already forgets my call.

Perhaps, I was just too busy

Watching those doleful movies

Reading tons of books with no pictures

For to affection and love, I became so lazy.

For in truth, I never knew

In particular what I am searching.

Time is passing, people come and go

And I’ definitely longing for nothing.

Is it still early to begin my story?

Do Romeo, Superman, and Prince really exist?

I only want a clear answer to my question;

When will this world be fair?

Cause im getting tired waiting

For the love that one day,

I’m hoping to be mine.