I am not enjoying the trickling of seconds
between my youth and down to the adulthood
I’ve done nothing amongst something good
sometimes applying questionable methods.
and being outside of my comfort zone
more than I actually have stayed inside
gave me a reason to stand proud and to hide,
teaching me how to laugh when I wish to moan.
Barefoot I walked, switching fantasies to faces
and back to the dreamland to castles of sand
where reality gets filtered to not to look so bland
and pictures get hooked onto familiar places.
Through this masquerade that I set up for myself
the constant sensation of longing lingers
but the recognition slips through my fingers
I am persistently chasing the shadow of “self”
Between my youth and unnamed adulthood
I truly despise the trickling of these seconds.