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Daniel Bae | Poetry
Missing the days of absolute freedom
Moments when I so dearly detested boredom
The time when I at least had a reason
To hide my shallow, lacking wisdom…
A period when compliments came so easy
Due to the fact I could do many a thing so freely…
I’d give a slight grin and everyone’d call me a sweetie
Being never worried of all related with money
Reflecting myself in the mirror today
On a normal day, of 2014 May
I feel everything spoke of is gone and away
Questioning and wondering who was first to betray
No longer can I feel the intense blood
That drove me to race as if a vigorous stud
I realize it’s too late to think myself as a bud
Naming I, as 21st century’s dud
I exhale my regrets through my last cigar
Last streams of smoke flying away to the stars
My childhood dream is already too far
Leaving nothing, but a tedious scar
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