Maybe It's Time

Perhaps

It is time for life to be back to what it was before

A moment for me to come back to the life I was leading before

Don't get myself to be so used into this life that is so good to be true

Was it a new life? Or just a different kind of life that's actually temporary

That I'm going to have to come back to the old one after everything's over?

How about the new ones and also the old ones that I come to know during the solitude?

Are the new ones forever will be my solitude? My casualties? 

Or should I just let them be and leave them behind although my heart is heavy to do so

Because they were well off without me before

I was just a passer by in a moment of perhaps will be a forgotten time in the new future

The new future that I am terrified to muster when the time comes

I put and stored them inside my heart and I would never relish them although I am no longer in theirs

They will be forever in mine and they took up a lot of storage space that my heart is as heavy as ever 

Even if I was ever to let go, I can never ever have the courage

That would crush me, bring me down to the very fragile core of my distant beating heart

Perhaps though

Maybe though

It's time

But never ever tell me this is easy because maybe it's TIME!

Which leads me back to the question

What kind of a life is this that I'm leading anyways

Whatever it is it's the life that I'm living....