In Between Hi and Bye

A Decade and Six

Sixteen,

What a perfect number,

Not as naive as fifteen,

But still not an adventurer.

Fun-looking and active,

Yet still negative.

They say I'm Pathless

Considered as Lost.

Similar to shoes,

Only, without purpose.

Not meant for dancing,

Neither for modelling,

Nor for any type of sporting.

They say I'm Pathless

Considered as Lost.

As for my hands,

Are they really handy?

Lend me a hammer

It'll turn to ashes

Pass me an instrument

You will wish you were deaf

Throw me a paintbrush

You'll long for the meaning of "Art"

Give me a spatula?

I just hope you don't die.

Fun-looking and active,

Yet now, it's positive.

Someone is lying.

I Am Pathless.

They just say I'm lost.

Maybe all this time,

Running and rushing,

Seeking and searching,

Trying and testing,

I was always supposed to be

Where I feel most anxious.

It was always here,

In this spot,

I always land on,

And on this spot,

I always go back to,

The front and center.

My feet were meant

To take a firm step,

And stand still.

My hands to indicate,

To express and emphasise,

And to take hold of this paper.

Preparing myself,

To blow their minds,

To explode my thoughts,

And to take their attention

With every word I say.

It took me a decade and six,

To know what tricks

Lie on my sleeves.

What more realization

Can a sixteen-year-old have

After a decade and six?

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Writer's Note:

This actually my school project...

Hope the readers (if ever i have one) like it :)