Twenty-fifth year of my existence
A quarter of a journey
Migrating into a memory studded past
How did these years just fly by?
What have they left behind?
In so gradual a spate
A wounded spirit to loneliness
Champion to a cause riddled with confusion
Eyes yearning for something
That a heart is yet to find
A sense of peace or
A sliver of contentment
Where do starry-eyed dreams go?
When they are shrouded by grey-white visions
Of a life in a land anew
Happy but unpredictable
Laying patterns on the ground
Different from images envisioned
In a dream of a splendid future
I gather in my heart
The answers lie in the turn of the season
Which is but a spring step away.
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