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...