It feels exhilarating,
This nostalgia,
In a beautiful moment,
Despite the tears streaming down my face.
I find myself,
In my spot, my place,
This tranquil space,
The cozy, solitary staircase.
Here I was,
Three years ago,
Pouring my heart out,
Letting the ink flow.
I sit now,
In that same spot,
Where I began my journey,
Finding peace in all I've achieved.
Yet, that wasn't the only reason;
I am here to write,
And write today, I did,
Of the journey from being an eccentric kid to being a man.
All these years,
I've rhymed rhymes,
Lost count, I done it countless times;
Here now, it feels pleasant, like old times...