Each time
I feel like going back in time
Wondering if this is a right choice
If life itself is a right decision.

But I tend to just go
Let the flow direct me
To where I should be
But it's not as simple as the flow
Even in river, there are stones, logs,
Name it all I can assure
Nothing is easy in this world.

Undeniably I can't imagine myself
In the future
Not reaching my dream
Not doing what I love to do
But for that
I must first start to love what I do
But the question is
Can a heart love for what is unsure to be loved?