Maturing Towards Immaturity...

Guys at eighteen a bit suspicious, largely keen
Always thinkin till now where they have been

Rather experimentin with their looks, Like a typical teen.

Everyday lookin desperately for the queen of their dreams.
On findin tryin to impress her even payin their self esteem

Never botherin about their efforts gettin unseen.
Callin it true love,
Not even knowin what it mean.

Consequently fallin down,
Buildin houses on hollow beams.

But that doesn't stops them,
Instead lures them to crave for the feelin they haven't seen.

Makin them mature to be immaturer,
Seldom acceptin things as they have been.

AND PROBABLY THAT KEEPS ME BLOGGIN

TRYING TO BE MATURE ACTIN IMMATURILY...