Youth

Is it the brink of youth? That weighs down the soul of mine Pace of life faster than the Sunlight Some urge burning me more than its scorching heat Urge to be seen, be found and rise above all in this war While Survival itself stands as a question In midst of the hustle and life All the heart desires is a companion along No expectations, just singing a song Perhaps a lullaby that puts me to sleep A deep long sleep before the hustle starts again Leaving behind loneliness as a bargain Hustle turns the child into an adult Losing the softness to a warrior's core I'll thank these days in my tomorrow, they say I may or may not who knows? But something fate will never deny That someone survived the storms And her hope didn't die...