Walking in an Alley

Life passes by,
No matter how much one tried to stand still,
As time waits for no men (or women?),
Days, weeks, months went by,
It was like I didn't even notice them leaving me,
It was as if I was in a trance,
Caught up with such a f'ed up chase,
That I overlooked the very fact,
That I have been pursuing after shadows,
Shadows that grows when the sun's up,
And fades when darkness surrounds,
What was I trying to achieve?
I have forgotten my life purposes,
Perhaps a slap or two would wake me up,
Carry myself back to life,
Which as a matter of fact,
States me as one whose a never was,
Perhaps I need a push,
Perhaps I need a pull,
And perhaps,
I should be lying down,
Clearing my thoughts,
Was it right to be taking this path,
To be continuing this journey,
Walking in the same dark alley?

Thank you.

Finally!
A visible picture of you with your braces attached!
I'd bow down and thank you
Though it had been months since we last spoken to each other.
I miss you.
If we're fated to be together, so we shall.

Sincerely,
me.

Numbers

How many times shall a heart shatter,
before finally realizing that it was never,
ever meant to be?

How many times must a person fall,
before finally realizing that his falls,
was totally worth it?

How many times shall an arrow,
pierce through the human body,
to be able to withheld pains?

How many sleepless nights,
shall a person endure,
to finally live the dream?

Does it even have to do with numbers?
Quantity over quality?
Or vice-versa?

To be honest,
as long as one lives,
one should never break to pieces,,
without putting up a fight, but,
how many fights should one win?

Everything has been written down,
since one was at the age of 4 months.

But even when the time comes,
if one has not been putting up with the fights,
one certainly will never be ready,
to be at the top of the hill.