Running against this fresh gust of wind,
I inhale its fresh April smell,
This not only causes my heart to swell,
But tangles up my hair and makes my skin sting.
Why am I running so fast?
They all ask.
Well how do I even start?
In hopes of growing up too fast,
I got myself addicted to Mozart,
Swaying to the quartets I ran,
Harder, gleefully thinking I had just began,
My journey to the adulthood clan,
Ignoring those who slowed me down,
In hopes of enjoying this new treat in town.
Little did I know that I should have enjoyed those little things,
And that growing up wasn’t always all confetti, rides and swings,
And now this long gray road where I keep running,
Makes me feel like it’s never ending,
No matter how fast I start sprinting,
Because these four seasons just seem to be cruising,
Past my toddler steps which have evolved from petite to elephant beings.
But what any soul failed to mention,
Is that along this road there are no motel signs,
Where you can halt your steps and break for a little while.
And now I run, with a stethoscope swinging from side to side,
Hearing the occasional thumps of my heart where it beats painfully on the inside,
Making me question my indecisive cries.
Did I make the right choice?
Living amongst Mercedes, BMW’s and Ferraris,
With Mansions that can’t even be matched by the limited vision of my eyes,
And God’s blessings never making me doubt the dua’s,
Which have now become the permanent residents of my life.
Not to forget my family,
Who never ceases to love me with all their might,
Despite all these uncertainties lining my insides,
Making me hesitate innumerable times,
But challenged head first by the unwavering support from my loved ones side.
If this doesn’t answer the question, then what will?
Don’t doubt yourself and try to slow down,
Don’t forget to enjoy the scenery as the sun goes down,
And know that there will be another beautiful day where the sun rises again,
And will never hesitate to turn that frown upside down.