Started way back
But I guess there is no end;
From the blistering dust to the silent sand.
Dreamt too big
As any innocent kid would had
But then got to know life
Thanks to the pressure that I never had.
Thoughts of running away
Crossed my mind
And I was out of my city
Knowing that no one is mine.
Moved into the crowdy streets,
Hoping that I’ll cross them by
But I was caught in the middle
Of an endless sea with no idea why!
Took it easy in the beginning,
But now I’m shivering.
The pressure is heavy
And heavier are the expectations!
My experience taught me one thing for sure;
“It’s not the walls in the room that matters,
It’s the Window.
The Window of opportunity!!
I realised this late.
When I’m no longer a teen
But as George Elliot said:
It’s never too late to be what you might have been!!
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