When I Met Myself..

Walking along aimlessly

On Paths not 'meant for me' 

No vision of how I see myself,

What does the future have in store for me?

Succumbing to pressure,

Of being ordinary 

With no hopes of inner voice being audible,

Or inner self being conspicuous. 

'Too young' to think of myself,

'Too young' to form opinions,

'Too young' to go for the path less trodden by, 

Am I 'too young' to be 'me'?

What is it that bothers me deep inside

And doesn't let me sleep?

Too many a secret I have buried inside,

Not another one I wish to keep. 

'Follow your path and you shall reach the sky',

Then why is it that I can't even try?

Where do I see myself in my twilight years,

Now is the time when I wish to give up on all my fears. 

I dread the moment when I question myself in the years to come,

Am I meant to be so 'ordinary'?

Or am I too young to be 'extraordinary'?

Perhaps I am 'too young' to seek answers to them all, 

But I know that I am ready to rise and fall.

For I just might be 'nothing' ahead 

Or be 'everything' that my heart just said. 

I wish to travel...

Travel far and wide, no fear bothers me now 

Life is meant to make you grow and know 

And, with certainty this time 

No one is 'too young' to learn and grow.