Has the dawn broken?

Isn't it ironic that we used to think of being a grown up is something so cool and we get to do things we like, we gonna have so much freedom and basically being ourselves. However, as we grow older, things just seemed to turn their a**es back on us and how we longed to go back in time where the actual freedom being a kid under the wings was not well appreciated and till then, freedom now does come with commitments and gosh, how impatient are we at times! We just can't wait to get out of our moms' tummies to experience the sufferings of life, we can't wait to become an adult, we can't wait to get more and more money, we can't wait to have a girlfriend or a wife, and until the end, when we hope that life could treat us kinder by sparing us a few more moments with our loved ones, death, is already right under our noses. Which is why I used to write in one of my earlier poems saying that, 'once we're here, then we're not, once we live, it's a miracle'. What I mean here might sound morbid, but there is some humor in it in fact. Since we just can't wait to let time speed off, when fate is upon us, there's nothing we could do. And once we are already in the coffin looking all cozy and calm, once we breathe again and open our eyes, ain't that a miracle? ;-)

That would be just some figurative speeches that I like to throw in to make things a lil' bit 'saucy' XD

Not just that, even physically, being impatient is like juggling ourselves on a single thread suspended in mid air. Seriously speaking, I was an extremely impatient kid back then. Though I've changed for the better, I could still get jumpy at times. It made me panicked, sweat and basically disoriented. Now that I'm turning 20 in a few months time, being impatient is already not an option. Yeah, blame it on my hormones but at least, like what my mom said, you could always putt off the fire with your mind. HOW INSPIRING... xD now that's what I call the PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE YA'LL! haha

Here's a poem to which I've tried to express the fact that when things are meant for us, and if we deserve a wonderful dawn, it will come to us no matter what. All we have to do is to be PATIENT and the journey would be much more pleasant when we learn to let things go and anticipate for a warmer morning without jumping too fast into the chilly night. =)

Do enjoy this poem! It's called 'Has the dawn broken?'

Has the dawn broken?

For crickets are still singing away

from a distance,

far, far, away.

And the mighty rooster

has yet to make its grand entrance for the morning call.

Even the air is still masked

by a tint of jasmine blossom...

Has the dawn broken?

Will I ever be patient enough?

To endure through the pacing mind of mine,

painfully awaiting the hands of time

performing a metamorphosis

while I sit here,

with a reluctance of returning to slumber

and wonder,

Has the dawn broken?