Every day

Someone once told me to pretend every day is the last day,

Because I never know when the last day will be.

I didn`t take what she said too seriously,

But now this thought scares me.

What if I have to leave when so much is still waiting for me,

Things I don`t understand, things I haven`t seen,

The many questions I have to ask,

To reveal the world under the mask.

I have dreams that I believe in,

There is a path that I trust in.

I don`t want to leave, not yet,

And I will find the answers to the questions I met.

Lengyel Noémi VI. A