28 going 30

Mesmerised by the yester years,
where times were tough but with no fears.
As fairy tales could seem so real,
Brightness awaits at the end of the tunnel.
An angel stands close by me,
overjoyed with peace and glee.

Winter aint cold, it aint horrid,
pleased as I was when we first saw it.
Now that summer is forever here,
Life seems so much more unclear.

Oh lord! my God! my guiding star,
You have tried to embrace me this far,
Sins of sinner, souls of pain
I'm not still not prepared
'cause I ain't no saint.

28 going 30
dreams fall short of being wordy,
Thrills with no frills aint no surprise,
aftermath shall not entice.

Let me be what I wanna be,
for tommorrow we shall see,
Creeps shivers up the spine,
Take a deep breath, smile!
it'll soon be over,
it'll soon be fine.

To: me myself my past and me future...