In my 27th year
filled with confusion and anxieties
thinking of things that could have been,
thinking of things i have not yet seen.
and all i can think of are the flowers
that have not yet bloomed.
The experiences i am yet to make
the flights i am yet to take
Not, however, to Istanbul, Madrid, Japan,
Though they are welcome.
But flights of the soul…
The leaps of faith
To trust, and to fall.
In love, and on my face.
On my 27th year
with so much to see and do and be.
I sit here and ponder.
I must go yonder.