Will What was be What will be?

What was is not what it will be...

Too many thoughts crowd my mind

Leaving little room for new ones

And I know I must do something

But is it so wrong to let go?

I don’t want to do anything,

And though this will backfire,

It does feel good while it lasts.

I'm just sitting here, doing nothing

While in less than a week

I have to face the deadly exams

In a new country

Away from any familiarity.

Oh, woe betide me!

How I weep for the loss of what was

And what will never be

But what will come

Will never be the same!

Happy thoughts become gloomy ones

And those same joys

Bring only painful memories

To me

For though close to Christmas

And the year end we are,

I only weep forlornly

As I feel lonely

Being all alone

Even where technology rules

And people are virtually closer than before.

So, to weep for what was lost

I must,

And what will come

Will be different
To what was
And I really must let go
For the newness to settle in.

But can it be a fast and painless
But happy process?
One can only wish
On a falling star.
Sigh

Author's Note

Hi y'all. It's been so long!
Well, this poem does reflect what I feel.
Gosh, exams are so close! Well, off to study!