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.