joyful,
full of life.
ready to take on the world.
I knew everything.
when in reality,
I knew nothing.
I wanted to be free,
but found myself a slave to routine.
I never really knew anything,
or all of the things that I was capable of being.
now I am feeling old,
and full of years.
trying to make sure of everything,
even the little things.
it never really seems to be the same to me.
how softly comes the dawn.
how quickly the days run toward dusk
I consider myself happy,
joyful,
full of life.
ready,
one last time,
to take on the world.