LIVING THROUGH EXPECTATIONS

Young and naive, In that place where we were but thought of growth and the future, Not seeing through the odds in those exciting but narrow dreams of ours, We possibly saw fantasies, independence, freedom and unrealistic standards, Going through the idea of the daily thirst to live on our own terms, We were just children, Young and naive, The ones inquisitively blinded on what we think we could be up there, But reality has its own games, right? The games that play beyond the struggle for independence, I mean, we just wanted to see life without primary guardians, Young and naive, We wanted to be free, Grown now, in our early stage of adulthood, But our thoughts seem to completely have a different turn, Because life goes beyond the thought of childhood, Growing and expecting, We prioritize goals, growth, stability and happiness, Growing and expecting, Life is beautiful, but we must make and see this beauty. A piece of my poetry.

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