Nineteen

This is the age of realization.
The age of understanding,
But do I understand?
What makes me wiser,
More importantly, clear?
It puts me in wonder,
The unknown of course.
Not knowing what may come next,
And disappear after that.
I feel the age of affects,
The development of old.
But as each day moves on,
I feel myself changing under stress,
The stress of age,
That I dislike the best.
I wish, I wonder if my life is real,
Because to me, it's like a distant dream.
A time that cannot be,
The age of nineteen.