In my 27th year

filled with confusion and anxieties

thinking of things that could have been,

thinking of things i have not yet seen.

30 looms

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.