Blossom to Maturity

By Arnav Mishra

Oh! How fast those days have gone,

The days of golden green,

But now I stand all alone,

Contemplating what they mean,

And trapped within flesh and bone,

I commence my journey to maturity.

Oh! How I miss them,

The weeks, carefree,

The hours full of sunlight,

No rules or responsibility,

But now they are lost,

And forevermore they will be.

Oh! How burdened I am,

Longing to feel carefree glee,

But now I look forward to the future,

And see knowledge and opportunity,

Along the oceans of life,

Despair and disparity.

Oh! How I miss the qualia,

Of my childhood, of my past,

As I trudge slowly through my life,

Searching the world for my telos,

Learning and living in my relentless search,

From the day I arrived to the day I depart.

Oh! How I fear the years of adulthood,

Where the days are grueling and the nights long,

For now in my teenage years,

I struggle through my emotions,

Fickle as the wind, yet scorching like fire,

Like music from Apollo’s lyre.

Oh! How do I conduct the symphony,

Of my dreams and my desires,

That spread from my soul,

Not akin to raging fire,

What should be a passion,

For my desires are not few.

But now I look to the horizon,

And see that the future is a life beginning anew,

As I hope for miracles,

Wherever the raging wind may blow,

Now I brace myself for the future’s obstacles,

As I take up the sickle and trough.

By Arnav Mishra