The confession of the blue heart

i used to wait in line for opportunities
for the right time
for everything that might matters,
much more than i let them out to be.

then when people come and go
when i have no choice
but to let go,
i wonder what i did wrong.

maybe one day i will get use
to the sms alert that is not there anymore
to the changing company beside me
to the broken routines
maybe i can

nothing has happen
except keeping my options open
yet wanting not have to

the craziest thing is
its so easy to speak my mind
but there is a scar there somehow.
its so easy to fall
but there seem to be a catch somewhere.