Reborn

Several years have passed,
Since I last put pen to paper,
It seems life is taking over,
Forever planning to do things later.
The older I have grown,
The more routine I have become,
Forgetting about the small things,
That can deliver so much fun.
Society has simply made me,
A product of the system,
A statistic in the majority,
Natural to be with them.
I often thought that wasn't me,
To be labelled with a number,
Perhaps it's time to look deep within,
And find that missing thunder...
Being humble is a gift,
That cannot be passed to another,
Being different is a quest,
That cannot be guided by a mother.
Accepting one's faults,
Is a desirable trait,
Accepting one's apologies,
Is wiping clean the slate.
Learning when to talk,
Is difficult at first,
Learning when to listen,
Is stronger than any words.
Growing as a person,
Is the mightiest test of all,
Growing with another,
Is the epitome of standing tall.
Giving up knowledge,
Allows others to develop within,
Giving up freedom,
Allows others the ability to sin.
Be mindful of one's actions,
And the consequences that can come,
Be mindful of judging others,
And the hurt shown by some.
What we do with life,
Is surrounded by uncertainty,
What we do in life,
Echoes for eternity.