Nineteen, yet you bear the wisdom of twenty-five,
Life's chapters unfolding, a complex jive.
But you don't seem to grasp it all just yet,
Lost in the whirlwind, a bit of a bet.
You don't know where this journey may lead,
Wishing for clarity, to fulfill every need.
In this youthful age, with tales to uncover,
I hope you find sobriety and your own true discover.
YOU ARE READING
It's Still 12a.m.
PoesíaAs the clock's final whisper embraced the dying day, darkness enveloped my room. Raindrops danced upon the fog-kissed windowpane. In the gentle glow of a dimmed lamp, I sat at my table, pen poised to capture the thoughts that flowed from the depths...
