Ode To Maturity
Another one of my poems that actually makes some sense... This baby is about my sorrows concerning the future. When I was young, I had lots of time for myself, nothing I had to care about, no responsibility, lots of fun. Perfect life... but nothing stays the same. Responsibilities came, time left, duties grew. More and more my perfect life was obfuscated by things to make and do and became faster and faster. A day became an hour became a second. My childhood was slowly fading away.
More and more I began to worry about that. I was, and still am, afraid not to catch the train of life before it leaves, to simply be overrun by a life whose pace I cannot stand. By now, I am more optimistic about my future, but my sorrow still remains. And so this poem is still up to date.