Quarter of a century around the corner,
Adulthood meets adolescence,
A grown up age doesn’t make a grown mind,
Maturity, refined, dignified,
This is what it means?
Or so it seems.
The point of it all to learn from when you fall,
Young by nature, reserved by nurture,
Baby face, comics, desire…an insatiable…appetite,
So many dreams, things to do, places to discover, choices to go through,
When? How? Today?
Never dwell in the past moments, for the future will fade away.
Look far forward, the motivation you seek you shall find,
In a life filled with memories, captured by camera, sight and experience, will keep with opportunities.
And as she shines with what she’s seen,
The beauty rises from outward, for all to be drawn to and believe.