When your eyes open to the world to see,
You see everything and everybody aroundas they may be,
You know not what they think of you
trying to predict what you may do.
As you grow up, you understand things
your wandering eyes trying to comprehend meanings,
You try to go far and near
to explore the world with little fear.
Now when you grow up and get caught up with what to be
you forget the places that you are yet to see,
You are born a vagabond to experience diversities
let not encapsulate it in the cubicles in cities.
As you grow old you realise what you are yet to see
you wait for your children to help thee.
As you rewind looking at the sky to see
what you left out on a life that was a journey.