when I could just randomly ramble and rhyme

with a few Fidel admirers down the corner asking me to write them a few words or even more instead!

Some asking me why I didn't opt for journalism rather than design (seriously?)

and the others asking me to start copyrighting (That reminds me I still haven't read up on what that term means exactly)

Ok enough beating around the bushes now...

I miss those days

When I could choose between making sense

and to rhyme

when I had the freedom to write nonsense

and waste all my time

I miss those days

When family stays away from your secrets

The dirty and the wild

you chose who reads what and spare all the regrets

getting your priorities nailed!

I miss those days

when I was just learning

and hence I can make mistakes on a daily basis.

Eat Ice creams when it is raining

and write about it a blog, like a thesis.

Now I am old and have to impress

Strangers and random people who might search me on Google

"Be professional and give your blog a proper address,

'cuz otherwise you'd have to struggle!"

I miss those days

when writing down emotions were so relieving;

read it on a later day, and shed a tear drop or two.

And Hell No, I don't wanna write for a living,