Often confusing

Growing up

There used to be this excitement,
In early mornings, fore the sun rose.
As the world was blurred by the mists of night,
And streetlights glowed, empty and bright.
And the road was long, and the moon still shone,
As we drove along to our lonely home.
To fly away, oh what a time it was,
Decked in our best, what a lovely day.
But now I step into that place,
Another time, another day.
It doesn't matter, just another thing,
Another chore to get over with.
Watching the windows I see those beasts,
I once admired with curious sight.
Now just metal, another thing.
Among the others, in a world so grim.
Is it growing up, or just something else,
That my heart stopped pounding at these doors.
I look out the window and all I see,
Are the clouds below, just as I wished to be.
And all I hoped for was just this,
And now I'm here, but where's the bliss. 
I waited so long, and more joy was done,
In anticipation, what a shallow twist.
Is this growing up, just what I wanted,
All those years riding through those mists.
To forget the magic of a new dawn,
A drab grey world without a sun.