Youth lost

I had
many things but muse haunts me
forever the days
I would sit within these walls
Feeling caged

I dreamt I could fly
on the rays of the sun
My dreams for my life
would take root
Then I could stand on my own

Life is no fun
being this young and
wanting to get things done

A family, a home
A dream job, Cash or gold
I want to make it
but I’ve yet to know me
The person within
the person I’m meant to be

I may be independent
but there’s work to be done
Till then frustrations
will rock me some more
And impatience will be there
rotting at my core


Impressive :ok_hand: