When do you stop?
When do you stop dreaming before you’re even asleep?
Dreaming about what you should’ve done, said or been in the past;
Dreaming about what you should do, say or be in the future.
When do you stop thinking?
Thinking of why it’s always the shit-stuffs that happen to you;
Thinking of how you can stop the shit-stuffs from happening.
When do you stop waiting?
Waiting for that person you would finally spend your life with;
Waiting for the moment for all your dreams to come true.
When do you stop believing?
Believing that you will still find that person;
Believing that you can make your dreams come true if you just put your heart into what you do.
When do you stop looking at others and realizing how small you are?
When do you stop searching for more and seeing that you already have so much?
When do you stop seeking for the perfect words to describe your life and the perfect words to map out your future with?
When do you stop asking so many questions that you may or not have the answers to, but refuse to accept anyway?
When do you stop pestering others and yourself even with all your nonsense?
When do you stop wondering if this is what it means to live?