"It’s not for me" I say in whisper,
But not those words I scream aloud.
Dear lord, at day I pray for wisdom,
At night I dream of being ploughed.
"It’s not for you" my brain persists,
"To try and reach some more in there".
But my flamboyant soul insists
"You mustn’t end as no one from nowhere".
I crave so much to try much more
On the edge of good and evil.
I wish perhaps I could ignore
The urge to taste another living.
Though youth is blazing in my veins,
My mind has been severe teacher.
My heart gives up where mind reins,
It turns so hard to sway this creature.
Whatever, life is going on
With ups and downs, and adventure.
Sometimes you think you are moron,
But your life ain’t Holy Scripture.
Hesitation of youth
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