Back in those days.
Everything seemed so simple.
Too simple to be the truth.
I still believed in it.
Knew that if I keep doing so.
I can hurt myself.
I was a tiny stream.
Thought everything was black and white.
I wasn't aware of all the other colors and shades.
As I grew older.
I noticed changes.
Small changes that became a big deal.
My tiny stream.
Slowly became bigger.
And formed into a river.
More pleasure and freedom.
But that wasn't all the flowed in.
There was also responsibilities and pain.
No one ever told me.
That growing up.
Is not a children's play.
I assumed it was easy.
That bossing around and buying things.
Was all one had to do.
But now I'm not blind with hope.
Now I'm a ocean.
Bombarded with choices and regret.
All I wish now is to go back.
To when I was a tiny stream.
And I'm scared of what's to come.
Before I know it.
I will have more difficulties.
And become a waterfall.
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A Poetry Book
PoetryA collection of poetry I, @canpotcat, have written over the past 3 years. Basically somewhat like my diary because every poem I wrote was at the moment about how I was feeling and what happened. And just something to know, a couple of the poetry wri...
