I can still recount the days
Young, careless
Unknowing, unforgiven
For it was a time of lesser worries
Forgotten lunches
The finding of self
But now I have grown
and so did my problems
Changing face and shape
Just how I did
Forming into something new all the time
Just how I still do
You never rid yourself of troubles
Not truly
I believe
Everyone has to master them
Since the issues can't be solved
Unless I solve myself
And that's one thing I sometimes still fail to do
- j.k
