Immature Poem by Giacobbe Hwansa

I don't know!
To deal with the flows
over the things,
That I scared of to lose it all
Or perhaps—
I'm not enough for,
Not at all.

I don't know!
Will I be able to make it
As before.
Sometimes—shadows stuck through my mind,
'I should take a break for a while, '
But what if things go way worse than now
Or shall we wait until we grow,

As they said—
I'm immature as of now.
It's fine,
I don't mind,
I'll take it as
To shine more than now.