From time to time I start to questioning myself
looking through my life, my moments;
thinking that somehow I did something wrong,
that I lost some opportunity.


The opportunity that was going to bring me peace and plenitude,
but I'm sure I lost it.
It slipped through my fingers.


And now, now I have to wait for this opportunity
to come once again.
I don't know how soon this will be,
but I keep hanging on. Holding to my hopes and dreams,
to my world of ideas.


From time to time I feel lost,
but from time to time I find myself.


I figured that out