Am I?

Am I growing in flesh and bones?

Or like a tree which was unknowingly sown

Do I have a path to go?

Do I have some goal?

Is there some meaning to my dreams

Or is it just a stroll?

Some thoughts just took a churn,

Last night... While I took a turn

Yes it was a starry night

And smiling was the moon

I was delved in my thoughts

When the leaves played a tune

Did they wake me from my dreams or was that a stroke?

No matter what it was but good that they did woke

And now I know I am not just growing old

But living life which is big and better and bold.