When I was young,
I am in free mode,
None to defy my shimmering summer,
Or to reflect the imperfect version,
I lived on a smile.
While I am growing,
I started to be limited,
I started seeing stains on the sun,
I started to convey a broken mirror,
I was faking my whole vision.
I woke up as a 25,
Honestly not knowing I was repeating life,
I mend my day for money, to repel thirst,
I am no longer memorizing formulas,
Just working through the bones of haze.
I woke up as a bride,
There I saw some eager side of mine,
I am emerging as his wife,
Where we had a long night,
Longer morning filled with surprise.
I woke up as a mother,
Sincerely I never thought I would,
I held my baby up high,
Caressing with a rocking left right,
Though carefully as she is the prize of my life.
I see now that I grew older,
Looking back at my childhood,
I tinted to my children, I was jealous,
I need my past back,
As future was inevitable for danger.
I am only 16, I could hardly make a sane choice,
All is for lust and matter,
Though if I read my future with a balanced past,
I know what I will be, what I will do,
To submerge the dangerous present.
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I am understanding but I still not quite get it.
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