Wait for the Friday night.

When I was as a kid(study), I always wait for the Friday night,

Every week is slow, everyday is boring:
Tuesday just started, Thursday finally come,
after this Friday soon it will be Saturday.
And a new week starts.

People say you will understand it after you grown up.

That kills my curiosity, that makes me hoping so strong on growing up.
Time continues as like everything is for tomorrow.

When I started to looking forward for the Friday night, I goes into a circle of life by keep going Forward. I forget about the time when I was just having fun at the moment,

I started to wander what would that be, just enjoy the moment?

I lost my childhood
I forgot my gift from born.
Desire drives me to keep getting better on what I love to do.

I finally grow up, I lost myself.
Hoping that one day I can get back like the day I don’t care the Friday night.

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about write this poem:
I have valued "moment" for a long time. I have been enjoy of being at the moment for a while, (keep learning), way after it, the "Friday" things pops up in my mind, and quickly write this story.

To make it fitting to that moment when I was full of wander, the poem ends with "hoping that one day"

Am I really back into a joy like a child? long way to learn still. let's all keep learning, keep improving, keep growing