As a child, immature and young,
I used to think childhood stung.
I asked myself, Can I just close my eyes,
And wish I’d grow up in size?
But every time I opened my eyes
I woke up when the sun did rise.
I didn’t grow, neither size nor age.
As I became a bewildered adolescent
I was responsive to every word said
Mother’s advice was unwanted and unbearable
Dad’s inputs were unasked for and terrible
I hated every soul who asked me
Questions that bound me, didn’t let me fly free.
I did grow but it just wasn’t enough!
Passing with time, I was filled with dreams
Hopes and desires to make future gleam
Degrees, job, payroll and loans
These kept me engrossed, with moans and groans.
I toiled hard to fulfill those dreams,
Which I had seen, ages ago, it seems.
I grew older, yet wasn’t what I had dreamed.
My breath is now slow and weak
The voice broken and tone so meek
For I had driven all away in selfishness
When I reflect I see the life I lived, a complete mess.
With just my loneliness to give me company,
The drought has come, nearing the end of my journey.
I am now tired and lost, while I strived always for more than enough!