The Evolution Within
In this moment, I write what i feel
No longer creating imaginary plots
As i overcome that teenage dream.
That seventeen year old in me
Played different characters all by himself
As he lived through that mere disbelief
Not knowing how it will go
In his mind, he wrote the script
And discovered a feeling of relief.
Little did he know, the situation would turn upside down
As those synthetic thoughts misaligned with the real deal
Ugh! His inner voices come alive, cry and frown.
Learning the new ways of the opposite world
Tackling those troublesome situations with great zeal
Now when i reflect back upon those times
A small playful grin appears on my face
As this reminds me of how lost i used to be.
David RL Moore
Thu 2nd May 2024 10:42
Hi Prakhar,
Firstly thank you for the likes and comments you have recently posted on my contributions.
I'm quite frugal when it comes to dishing out comments and likes but when I do I try to be thorough in them and offer something constructive. I also take the liberty (often) of offering opinions on the subject matter of the poem as well as the writing itself. I'm probably better qualified to offer thoughts on life as opposed to poetry in which I have zero qualification.
Anyway, to your poem. The title is aptly described in the text, an awakening as to how the world actually is as opposed to what we imagine...a slow (not always) realisation and evolution, it is both terrifying and joyous, often humourous.
I note you are now 21 from your bio on WoL. I am 61 now and still evolving, jaded and sometimes cynical I have maintained a sense of humour and a little appetite for continuance (just)
It seems to me that your last line highlights how we often view ourselves as lost in the retrospective chapters of our lives. Is this true? can we judge ourselves in the present when we are so close to everything? could it be that we are forever lost (somehow) seeking something unattainable. Occasionally convincing ourselves we have arrived, merely at some future point to reassess ourselves as lost again?
I mean obviously I have no answers.
I very much enjoyed the sense of hope and aspiration that was conveyed in your poem.
David