As the days go by
I am left with more to come.
At times it comes in the form of grief
many a times in a sense of relief
of being the one that I was never meant to be
or at times failing to be
that what I was supposed to be.
Further back I can only see
long trails that it seems to me
have to be of my lingering steps;
Yes, they do form a picture
One that I am proud of
It is the colors right now
That I am playing with
to throw back on the trails
For this day of my birth
When it comes knocking again
I do have another shade to marvel
