.........FINDING YOURSELF................
You spent your youth to find yourself
Through roads that never end.
Then lost the dreams you once believed
In life’s most crucial bend.
New roads are built by the forlorn lost,
Those restless pioneers
Who wandered out of their comfort zones,
Throwing away their fears.
Worry not about the confusions
That meet you on the way.
You’ll never know what heart you have
Unless you join the fray.
Dark mists may cloud the road you’re on
Keep going anyway.
For soon the sky commands the sun
To brighten up your day.
--Bag-iw..............................................
Author: Mr. Gil Ocden Bua-ay (a.k.a Bag-iw)