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