Pacing the Aging

Feels like I have seen a lot,

Yet I feel there’s so much more.

I want to express my wisdom by smiling,

The lips express but the eyes know the truth.

As I grow a year older,

Feels like the decades have added up,

And if I was to think of now,

I only wonder how time ‘flies’ has changed into flown.

For the first time as I sit in my room on my birthday,

Playing cheerful music and reminiscing the old times,

My strength to show I am good the way I am now,

The 25 year old me can see through me.

So here’s an ode to myself,

Go wherever you desire,

Keep the moving world aside,

You can’t control it all,

You are not meant to control it all,

But build a world of your own,

With people you love and hate,

But eventually remember it's not always fate,

You started from miles ago,

There are people with whom you will grow,

Instead of running blind now, can you start taking it slow?