I wrote this going through a particurarly rough time, about life and the questions asked |
As I think ahead in life and think of who I am My youth flies right past me leaving me to understand The puzzles and mysteries it leaves behind In a young and awkward yet ripening mind And though I'm working on present survival The body being the minds general rival I can't help but think ahead, to when I'm perfected What can I await? What's to be expected? Upstairs my mind does overtime To keep my ego fit and prime To prepare me for what I have to endure When I leave the cushioned shelter of school The screen which conceals you from what is mature Then you confront what's known as life The part which comes with endless strife But what will I be like when I take on this role? What will I do when I'm grey and old? The sigificant prejudices play no part This is about me, the core of my heart Will that corner shop still be there? And will my husband be true in his care? Or will I even be married at all? How many kids will I have? Will I be tall? Will I be shrunken over a walking stick? Will I be gifted or just plain thick? I have a minor insight into myself right now There's still a life story about to unfold My life will dawdle it's way along As my mind grows firm and strong Time's like an enemy which kills all hope That deadline you missed, that promise you broke And all through life you'll live little regrets That niggle there like a hungry pet But think of the person you've grown to be And amile to yourself and be proud to see Your very own face staring back and grin bigger As you stare into your life size mirror |