What age is it ?
What will I be ?
What has become of me ?
These are the question that perplex me.
At age 5 I was
What I wanted to be An Astronaut
With my wild Imagination running amok
Supporting my crazy dreams of the size behemoth.
So betrothed I was with my fantasies
That I forgot what was my reality
But Alas I was at 5.
An age when Dreams Is what we lived by.
At age 15 I was
Nothing better than what I appeared
With fear smeared all over my thoughts
Like a prisoner on the execution platform
It is the time I would like nothing better to forget
For it was then I enrolled into the Rat Race, I regret.
In the end it separated me from my friends
Caused some irreparable dents.
But Alas I was 15
Nothing more than teenage trying to find his identity.
At age 18 I was
Finally free to do what I want
Or so I thought.
With the advent of my new life style
Getting used to my college took me a while.
I often wonder why was I there, engineering was like drinking bile
Engineering was made survivable by few a friend, some bonds established were never meant.
But Alas I was 18
Confused and filled with naivety.
At age 22 I am
Entering into a new world
The question Am I ready for it as yet? I wonder.
But Alas 22 I am
Still as confused as back then.
What age is it ?
What will I be ?
What has become of me ?
These are the question that perplex me.
