Life Lessons Poem by Wolf the poet

I have learnt to stay calm
However violent the storm is
Some may call it being mature
But I call it cultivating a stoic culture

I had a meeting with self
Arranged my thoughts like books in a shelf
My ears sharp and keen you may think I am an elf
Growth eventually caught up

I have something to live and fight for
My spirits rejuvenated and fueled up
New energies I've got the psych
My focus now is at its peak

Come what may I have to always grind
For the responsibilities I asked for do bind
In a good way of course, to my path i will not lead blind
My purpose and my destiny I will find