Time flies : Finding joy in small moments
When I had endless time to continue my silly ways
When everything was fine and
Bedtime was around nine.
Everyday I went out to play
When my life was not yet sculptured
It was but a lump of modeling clay.
When I was fresh as a miniature plant
When I wasn’t coerced to take a chance
Happiness ,sadness, anxiety wasn’t felt by me
Because I was but all day free
These 13 years of my existence have not been a poem but surely a perplexing story
Though I am still a young tree whose fruit is unripe
But to cherish those blossoming moments
Today I am running out of time !