They say I am young cos they think so, cos I look so.
They say I am bright cos they see so, cos they say so.
The world says what they think but in the silence of the night,
In the confines of my non confident choices,
The thoughts I think of the live I know I live.
Still a kid and yet I fear for the edges of my thirties
I pray I be more orderly before then with self and priorities.
The future they say is mine and so too is the fear
For no matter what happens, life our fears will always chair.
I note then to future self of the opinions it possesses in young form
Whether they are right or wrong, sad or fun
I want you to know I was naive and young.
But in regretting about me, you won’t be wrong.
We can only hope and plan. The course of time will tell.