R.A.N.D.O.M

All the fun I imagined as a kid
As I grew, easily slipped

Now that I have completed 30
Hunger pangs return of wanting to be nifty

And I have lost touch of myself
All that I do, all that makes sense of me
Is for the two lovely parts of me

What did I do to miss the dreams
Simple were thee
On a starry nights eating Ice creams
Watching the sun rise and set
On a rainy day
Each strand of hair dripping from water
Long drives, holding hands
Not even once asking for expensive brands

As Life takes a turn
Like a potter who shapes an urn

I have to cut, control me
Allowing the dreams to flee

Letting go of all that I desire
Because I know of the 
Situations it will ire
Controlled on a neutral mode
I have to move on and get mature...