Quarter Life Crisis

Lets start with the light,
The light we see,
when we come out into the open.
We do not remember this light,
as we spend more time in this world.

Lets move forward,
when we take our first steps,
Steps that will soon turn to running.

Running,
Running away from our problems,
Running into our parents,
because they protect us
Protect us from the world.

The world looks so big and wide,
as we grow older, we meet new people,
People who have different views,

Soon we end up learning,
our history, our geography, even our language,
We find ourselves with tough choices.
We get hurt, but we learn to get up.

Soon we join another institution,
a school of thought,
a new belief,
Different, from the one we learned,
but we adapt, because its the way of the world.

One fine day, we find ourselves in between,
between the work force that make us steam,
one day, we get ourselves so worked up,
nothing makes sense,
what you do is not enough,

All that you learned,
seems useless now,
and youve come to a age,
where you cant adapt,

You are too old,
to get back to your parents,
and too young,
to get on moving,

Now you feel like you are
stuck in a loop,
where your thoughts are moot
and you cannot move forward.




(suggested by Lali! ) <3

We are born to die.

Death is absolutely certain , specially when you are living. 

You know it will end one day, 

For some its sooner, 

For some it never comes.

Sometimes you know when its coming,

Sometimes you plan it for yourself,

and most times it just comes, 

surprising you, surprising everyone. 

They say its cowardly to take your own life,

Because it shows weakness. 

Tell that to the soldiers who fight for us,

That another day, is just lucky for them to have.

Death does not differentiate, 

it just takes you, 

Whether you are lonely and hurting,

or you have everything working for you

Death takes you to a place you do not know off,

or takes you to nothingness, 

or it decides to just take you there,

bring you back, 

resurrect you into a different life.

A life that will again end.

Because death is all that we have, 

all that we are ,

all that we succumb to.