My life

We grow up. Grow old.
Each single one of us
All with a different path

Subconsciously aiming in the same direction
Life and death
Is the only similarity
Between every single living thing

Just like I wrote to you
In my letter and with my messy hand
I do not regret,
any of this.

I’m a creator
An inventor
Making my own life
Even though
I haven’t found all of my clues yet

We grow up. Grow old.
I wanna make my life an adventure
No matter where the road goes.

I create my own life.