A new day

A New Day A new day, a new beginning, they say, As holidays dawn and sweep us away. But is it true? Is it really a start, Or just fleeting words that don't touch the heart? What do I feel? What do I desire? A spark, a dream, or a quiet fire? Do I even know? Is it wrong not to? To wander, unsure, without a clear view? Decisions weigh heavy, the road feels steep, Growing up's a promise we struggle to keep. They expect so much, before we're prepared, To leap into worlds for which we're not dared. Yet not knowing is part of the climb, A journey shaped by patience and time. Trial and error, a path undefined, A map unfolding in heart and mind. So why should we follow what others demand, When our dreams are seeds still cradled in hand? What if beginnings are ours to decide, Steps we take boldly, with truth as our guide? Let the "new start" be a moment of grace, A chance to explore, at our own pace. No need to conform, no rush, no race— Life unfolds gently, in its own space.