I suppose sometime early in my life--
When I did not know the meaning of strife--
I must have blinked.

Then I was eight.
Life began to apply all of its weight.
I suppose that was when I blinked a second time.

Then there I stood at seventeen.
I felt as if my life did not belong to me.
It must have been then that I blinked a third time.

Now I find myself at twenty-five--
Trying to figure out what the hell I am supposed to do with my life--
When I never thought I would still be alive.

© caspershay