23

Wow, so here we are, stroke of midnight

Waiting as the clock tick tocks

Remembering my childhood dreams

Analysing my previous childish mischievous schemes

From being a child that crawls , stumbles and falls

To a teenager who had his head high and tall

Then duty called

And his castle began to fall

When 22 was written, I had no reflection in the mirror

I was just alive but never living

Just an emtpy mansion

Tired and waiting for healing

Everyone was a nuisance to me, me included

I just wanted to be in my room secluded

My rules and philosophies, I broke them

But then, I guess that's me being human

Therapy came and I found hope

Road away from a knife or tight rope

Big guy found me on hell's slippery slope

Like Neo, I started to see my life in codes

The difference a year can make

Healing process, It was a must, I had a lot at stake

I am not there yet but atleast can say I am free?

How am I doing? I'm alive...I just hit 23