Pats on the back led me to think that I was of age
That my wings had grown just enough for me to fly
I had a purpose, a calling
But the bad company; I was corrupted
I packed up and left my path, running wild into the darkness
I was lured to the death of me and I became another
I drifted away, further and further in the wrong direction
But I had to get lost to be found I realized
So here I am, hoping it’s not too late for you to resuscitate me.

Picture; Sulekha Rivr