A couple of decade had passed
And I’m standing here at last
But I need second chances back
Back there when mistakes seemed much!
I’m standing before the future
I’m standing after the past
I’m caught between the middle
Now, I believed, life’s a riddle!
There’s a dozen of tasks ahead
My feasibility’s still undone
Nothing’s running thru my head
All good ideas were gone!
A double of ten one’s
A number greater than before
It’s better to just wait for the sun
Than worry ‘bout this even more!
My crossroad’s still yet to come
And there’s a lot for me to be done
But acceptance need not rest upon a shelf:
“I’m twenty,” I whispered to myself.
October ’95
