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