From Outside

I tried holding onto the memories form days before

They all seem like sequences from a long running lore

A small one caught my attention

Made me smile a smile..

It was all warm fuzzies and clear blue skies.

I also remember having faced trails for a while,

The cold and dark clouds of doubts covering up my mind

Of all the days spent worrying and fretting I can't make sense now,

What caused it in the first place or it went away how

From outside I see my life now old and grey

I believe it was well lived every single day.

Where some days could have been better some were just perfect

Life's all about changes and working on defects

Improving where necessary so that one can see effects

After all...

The exit need not be grand you see..

The journey must go on..

A story eventually comes to an end..

But the lore goes on and on