Every moment in life
We grow, we learn and we err
And at times,
We walk dangerous paths
To get the things that we want
And sometimes too
We kill our confidence
And our thoughts
Wander around dangerous cliffs of insecurities and low self-esteem

The elderly ones we know
Have something in common
The dreary look in their eyes
And the way their shoulders
droop from tiredness and frustration

And even our friends
The ones we shared childhood innocence with
Are gradually going out of the way of morality
And becoming machos rather than young adults

Even more
The face in the mirror scares us
Because we see a replica of our parents' dreary eyes in our face too;
Of hurt and despair
Of griefs and pain
And we know we are gradually sinking
Into the deep canal, our parents haven't escaped yet...

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.