When I was younger
I wished to be older.
It was what I'd now call a hunger
To be louder and rowdier.
Every year I remained patient
Waiting for a birthday to approach.
I've lost count of people's mention
On how my actions play a role.
Now that I'm eighteen
I've my doubts.
All my wishes- my life's routine
Is not how I dreamt it to be.
People will sway to my tune
That's what I believed.
Little did I know
I only wanted to live.
Now I do regret
I've lost my childhood.
It's funny how I wanted to migrate
And follow my own route.
I wish I'd kicked a ball
And hid and seeked.
Alas! I have deprived my soul
Of going towards my goal.
