This is such a powerful and introspective poem, Sir Taraz — I especially appreciate how you bring it all together by placing *the self* at the center of it all in that final line: **“is me.”** It’s not just an observation of a generation or a cultural moment; it’s a deeply personal reflection, where you step into the frame not just as the writer, but as the living embodiment of the struggle being described.

The way you close the poem gives it such weight — like everything before it was leading to that quiet yet bold declaration. It reminds me of standing in front of a wide, open window and realizing that although the world is vast and shifting, the one constant, the one undeniable presence, is the person looking out. 
The impression you gives the person looking out with no involvement is a good way to make the readers the difficult relation between us and the outside of the window.
It feels like we're peering into a moment suspended between youth and adulthood, freedom and consequence. 
And then by the end, it becomes clear: this isn't just about anyone — it's about *you*, it's about *us*. 
Really moving work. 
Thanks for sharing something so honest and resonant.

Today I mix up the words and a rhyme 575 suddenly attacked me:

Window open wide,
A dream of youth blows through it,
Sweeping ground away.

Endless summer quest,
Chasing dreams without a map,
Potential is lost.

A house built on dreams
Stands on feelings all alone,
The cold truth blows in.

A raw and reflective piece capturing the modern struggle between self-indulgence and lost potential, powerful in its quiet sadness.

yes, no end in sight, yet i feel that life is too short. 😉😎🤙

What a poignant poem for life in today's society.

> An endless quest to stay forever,
young, untied and free.
To experience all that is desired,
without responsibility.

This is all I've ever really wanted in life. Maybe it was my way of avoiding goals and the failure of not achieving them. It was easier to have disdain for the 1% than to put in the blood, sweat, tears, and effort to try my best to become part of the 1% myself. I've seen classmates succeed in ways I couldn't even imagine for myself.

And then there's me, trying my best to float through life without a care or responsibility, just having a good time and living it up as best I can. I've never been one to shy away from a party or having a good time. Pace myself? Does not compute.

Put off for today, to have more next month? Nope. Untied and free has always been my way to be. I will pay the price eventually, but I'll keep kicking that can down the line as long as I can. At least, I'm currently debt free. But if my back issues need extensive therapy, or worse yet surgery, my young fleeting freedom will be a thing of the past. Health is wealth so this must be my first priority to myself going forward. There is no other option.

It's like we're searching for ourselves in distorted mirrors, escaping life's hardships through imagination instead of facing them and growing up.

Qnd between hypocrisy and fallacies in their beliefs. They have no beliefs at all. They just want to believe that they have them, this makes them feel good and they make the world go crazy, making a social construction called morality.

The poem is accurately journeyed right. Felt the context because I'm in this phase were I keep trying my to be a matured entrepreneur but it's also hard to keep up with it. And i have also failed a lot of time and i keep failing, but i know they very soon i will get it right

A poetic reflection on the thoughts and aspirations of the young. Well put. 

As long as you are,
the important thing is that you exist.
Smile
and time will embrace you.
Smile and hug yourself.
After that,
you will be able to embrace the rest of humanity
and be happy
simply
because you deserve it!

A thoughtful critique indeed. Like seeing so many young people today already with plastic surgery - quite literally cut down to keep themselves artificially young. I mena will we being accepting of botox for children next!!

I think the human yearning for what was once before is applaudable, we spend so much effort trying to recreate such good moments of the past and forget that nothing ever really stays the same. Like a river, time keeps flowing, and we're all carried along by it :) 

The adulthood stage of life is really funny. I agree with you. The best thing to choose is you.

This poem contains a lot of messages and really makes you think. It talks about how many people today want success and freedom without effort or responsibility. This happens a lot these days. I like how it shows the struggle between fantasy and reality and how focusing only on ourselves can lead to lost potential. 

I can completely understand that never-ending search for freedom and the battle with responsibilities.

Ah the pains of maturity and adulthood. Gret work. Hope to read more poetry from you 🥰