Life is an experience, needs to be cherished.
With pleasant memories, it is nourished.

Fear provokes me to stop thinking.
Beginning of a new start, forgetting the past, doesn’t seem so convincing.

Looking out of the window, I see little kids grinning.
So young, so naive, so immature, so happy.

Grown up, I am, sadly.
Do not fear it, it’s not so bad because it’s my destiny.

Destiny is needed to be respected, even if it doesn’t go as expected.

Ignored by others, at times, I was, sometimes I felt neglected.

This is how it goes, apparently, I should’ve expected the unexpected.