To be, Or not to be

And as I say, "Be careful what you wish for"

As my wish stares down at me while I experience it,

With hands tied up by fate.

A world that is so mine.

Even though I want to change it, I can't.

A world so empty and yet so full,

With materials.

So lonely and yet so accompanied,

With all the memories.

A word with no enmity,

But no friendship as well.

With no fights,

But no celebrations as well.

Nobody to disturb,

And yet so disturbing.

Nobody who is calling out,

But the echoes of the voices.

The torn soul resides,

Struggling to decide.

Whether to construct a world of her own,

Or be constructed by the world, again.