Growing Up

Wooshing wind, sporatic clatters, and loud noises boomed

the atmosphere was chaotic, clouding this confined space 

a small shed that yearns to thrive into a parking garage

this immature mind needed flourishment

a boy who had not found himself, instead found

into a world of uncertainty

this individual, isn't who he saw himself as

like an egg shell, that was hard,

he held something soft on the inside

something brewing,

but yet not expressed,

instead in negativity,

he will find himself

like most young men

throw a stick, ignite a fire

pass an exam, and aspire to be a mathematician

the chain of growth continues on

and all of just are in need to learn.