Awaiting
As a toddler I thought of life to be Simple and straight shall it feel But when I came to the stage of teenage It got worse than stone age Then came a 16, not an 18 Thoughts calmed abit, cant say fully been All teens went aside Grown over it and began to see Life of a definition is Not that so called simple to be But things fixed and got me to think That the times are becoming hard as the sunrise But I still could hope for the happy ending Because from what I see Theres always a beautiful sunset Mezmerizing with cold breeze