Pretty little angel, who's lost her wings
Fallen little angel, who longs to sing
Sing about the darkness,
Where only you can see
Sing about your troubles,
Let your heart be free
The world don't care about you now,
They just see you smile
Killed the innocence inside you,
Suppressed your inner child
Let the child be free now, Let your inner self out
The world can stay waiting,
It's time to hear you shout
Came across this piece yesterday, after a long time...
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow --
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand --
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep -- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?.
-- Edgar Allan Poe
Don't wanna be here
Somewhere I'd rather be
But when I get there
I might find it's not for me
Don't know what I want
or where I want to be
Feeling more confused
The more the days go by
-Different World /Iron Maiden
These lines seem to make a lot of sense to me these days. It has been a long time since I last felt this way. These days, I fear of what the future holds for me; I doubt if I will be able to fulfill my life-long dreams, and I am uncertain about what I will do with my life five to ten years from now.
I have read countless quotes telling me that worrying does not solve anything. I have more often than not received comments from chafed friends, who think I might be over-reacting with too many thoughts in my head. And there have been moments where I find myself thinking if worrying and over-thinking ever helped anyone. And then I realize about the element of truth in a quote I found recently:
Don’t tell me that worry doesn’t do any good. I know better; the things I worry about don’t happen.
I am plagued about fears of my future. I do not have a battle plan ready, and this scares the living heck out of me. It is not the present that scares me; on the contrary, the present is going on quite smoothly for me. But I have morbid fears about losing track of my goals, and my plans, as I am basking in the warmth of the present.
I wonder if there will ever be a time when I will feel secure, and confident about the course that my life is taking. As Iron Maiden sings, I feel even more confused as the days go by.
