In another life

In another life,

I was supposed to be a comic book artist.

In another life,

I was supposed to be an actor.

 

In another life,

I was supposed to be a writer.

But in this life,

I can only be the best version of myself.

 

Just when I thought the pavement was smooth,

I walked into a puddle.

That’s when I realized,

we all have a gift.

 

Yet, we do not know what it is.

And we only have limited time here.

So, what’s the point of life,

if we aren’t here for that long?

 

Why give us a gift for a temporary moment?

Why not take it with us when we leave?

Because it is someone else’s time,

and I embraced mine to its fullest.