Donkey's years

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.