time gets to me.
one second I'm tanning in summer
and the next I'm finishing homework
in the middle of the night.
some days I feel like
the next holiday is eras away
but i know that time will get to me
and I'll be tanning again next summer,
time isn't always a good thing.
it organizes us as humans
but it also adds another stress.
I'm terrified about the due date
of another insignificant project.
when the world is ending,
I won't get any mercy
just because I turned in all my homework.
time keeps secrets from me.
I want to know who I'll be in 10 years
but I won't be able to know
until time tells me.
and I know that she won't
confess to me until that 10 years
have driven by.
time has granted me the experience
to know that the girl I will become in 10 years will be powerful
I know that i will smile every single day and love with all my heart
I will enjoy the good times and
not let the bad times get to me.
I'll be astounding and astonishing
and graceful and beautiful.
I know this will be true
because that is the person
I plan to be, but
only time can tell
