Realization

Gone are the days when all I thought about was fun
Gone are the days when I was more of a boy than a man
Days when most of the time I was up and about
Proving myself with a juvenile clout

Going through stages of self-imposed maturity
Only to fall in a trap of awkward ambiguity
Thus nothing seemed to matter not even what I said
An enlightening experience likewise leveling my head

Seasoning my consciousness to who I will be
Occurrences that taught the meaning of modesty
Up till now I incessantly gain unfamiliar essentials
Enough to admit my lack of potential

Who I was molded who I am
Though with limited know-how I’m not dumb
Embracing new insights is equally welcomed
As I accept the realization of my being human