I wish somebody had guided me to see beyond what eyes behold. To understand what it means to seek the heart’s deepest desire, untold. To keep your chin up is not an everyday certainty. In youth, we rush through life, surfing high tides fervently.

Parents forgot to tell how to navigate mid-life strife. When life unfolds, how to take note and thrive. Relations ebb and flow, swell under the moon’s gentle light. Why can’t he see the pain and muster the strength to fight?

Why did no one tell me that children become mere memories. How to mend a broken heart that aches with each goodbye to my son, endlessly? Restlessness, a magic pill, sometimes a sleeping one. How to act when time’s abundance is no burden, none.

Stop when moments are fleeting. Speak wisely when listening is more fitting. Why can’t I revive my father and see my mother’s smile. How to discern true friends from acquaintances, few.

Cry when needed and restrain when I can’t. Where to seek answers to questions vast. How to perceive changes in their color, slight. Why life without a title feels devoid of light.

How to endure the reverse osmosis of time’s flow, Swallow the bitter pill of parting, slow. Who will guide me between the path of grit and divine? How to process helplessness, the fortress I build every night.

Describe my sleepless dreams, restless nights. Overcome the sight of food-induced plight. Synthesize the dryness of my eyes, and heart’s overflowing. Adapt to the shadows, as the nights grow.

For no one taught me how to live and go through life. Some days are grey, and some days are bright. I am the same, but unsure of what is in my head. I touch life closely, fogging to feel it.

Speaking up seems fine, for sharing my heart and mind. As no one taught me…….