I still recall growing up,
The vey exact time when I was a child,
Encircled by people with pure love..
Everyone adored me,
I was that little angel,
Mama’s baby..
And my mother used to sing me to sleep
I had pursuits ,
I was at peace…
When I knew nothing
I didn’t have to worry,
And sorry meant sorry.
My smile was genuine,
Love was not just a tales, it was pure..
As time expired,
I aged in every passing moment…
I developed,
I matured..
As i unfold, thisngs transformed…
Troubles present themselvesin my psyche,
The tables turned..
I was now a grown up,
Whose full of thoughts, Pressure, sadness, hatred and unseen demons.
They call me an adult,
They tell me aim high…
Fly , sky is not the limit…
And am here, Wondering when did I become a pilot.
Am still nervous , I still cry ,
But this time I do it from where I hide…
Silence lies besides my pride,
I wish I didn’t wish to be an adult
I still feel like I miss the days,
The days I used to sit and say when I grow up
I want to be this and that…
The days when everything i needed was provided…
The times where i did not have to worry.
Now it’s clear I don’t want me ,
I hate every step i have each and every passing year…
Adulting is a trick
And the magic of it is not seen
Untill you make that wish.