In younger days,

I craved the limelight.

To brightly glow, ...

Those,

Who walk their path,

Don’t blend, and ...

Perspectives,

Unlike the seasons,

Don’t naturally change. ...

Parties and drinks,

Are often fun.

Laughter and levity, ...

When sleep refuses arrive,

Mosquitos buzz all night,

And in the morning, ...

Head full of thoughts.

Meticulously organized,

Yet crowded and disguised. ...

Age-old amusement parks.

Like those I remember,

When days felt long, and ...

It’s a day to climb,

Yet I feel tired.

Is it real, ...

When my decisions,

Are not belabored,

And from the heart, ...

Solid, or striped.

Dark, light, or bright.

Clothes come, ...

Alone,

In a different world,

Perhaps waiting, ...

Some days,

There is little to do,

But endure. ...

The day will arrive,

When caring and kindness,

Will our lives pervade, ...

To stand out,

Go fast,

Or flow, ...

Haziness,

Is a part of life.

And that which matters, ...

To be famous, admired,

Live a glorious life.

It was once a dream, ...

“No, it’s not me,”

She spoke.

Yet I see similarities. ...

Not everything in life,

Need be comprehensible.

So much is clear. ...

At times,

Trees also rebel,

Against nature. ...

A confusing,

Ambivalent day.

When I relate, ...