Young life was a lot more better than it is today.
I didn't have to worry about how  I look like
How will my day end , who will lead me here.
I had all it takes to be happy
But there came a point where life told me to blossom.

I left home for greener pastures.
Had sleepless nights to have food on my table.
Went through hills and valleys to find streams of water.
This is when I learnt the true meaning of growing up.

For all that I have became
It's because of the person that taught me to work hard,
But for the person I have left behind, I miss everything about her
Because worry, pain ,grief, was never her portion.
Life happens, and when it does, you really have to be ready to face it.

To growing up, I miss the younger me.

In the  golden times of his age,  no one ever sought a way more beautiful,
Because no one taught them that their path,
Was different.
Days,months ,years were all full of unexpected happenings.
Besides we were all born the same way.

He woke up , dashed through life just like his elders.
Laid in the midst of a beautiful middle sun,
He watched his skin dry, with no earning for his hardwork
Besides life is for living

Just a walk home, he rushed his memory through,
A series of his lineage and realised it was a whole
Miserable pattern of dreams shuttered.
Running for a ward or two , he paced to his next neighbour

Just to see if , thoughts could match into a hope.
He lost it all, because neither did they understand his feeling.
He changed direction, and sought for rescue in this unknown land.

Just like heavy pours through a stream, he has never looked
Back, because his dream was his own.
Running at a faster rate, he wishes all the sunrises  would remain to replace the dead ones ,that left him poor.
Today, he is on a strange path,  which only him can relate to,

Because dreams don't have shadows, you either walk with them or remain together with no one leading.