Which Way to Go?
Remembering the time
when i wanted to get older,
thought things would be a lot easier
as I`ve seen grown ups do their own way.
As my height grows inch by inch,
clothes I wear changed day by day.
And yet, just like a child,
questions are here and everywhere.
Baggage’s are getting heavier,
Vindications caught in apprehension.
Responsibilities I can`t run away.
Tactics in life, then, come in handy.
A funny thought popped into my mind,
Shall I call 911 from up above?
so all these questions will be answered
by just one snap through heavenly phone call.
I screamed out loud
hoping to seek answers.
But all I hear was the breeze
making me realize…
Now that I am old enough,
thinking life was easier way back
When all we worry about
were just toys and sweet nothings
We can’t just sit in a corner
and think about “what ifs” and “if only”.
wake up, stand up and do something!
life does not dictate your actions.
It is you who creates your path.
Do you know which way to go?
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