as we lose ourselves,
a guardian angel will always swoop down;
to help us, to guide us in the right path.
as we get used to the helping hand,
it disappears, fades into oblivion.
and once again, we’re alone.
we struggle to continue finding out who we really are.
then, we get lost, once again.
and yet another angel appears.
you came; you left.
it’s a cycle.
i guess that’s growing up.
nothing stays permanent anymore,
we’re unsure about ourselves, our future.
we’re always looking for that extended helping hand.