But Yet Life Still Flows
I've always wished to be a grown up. You could ask me what I wanted to be as a child and I wouldnt hesitate to tell you that I wanted to be an adult. I dreamed of having responsibility, driving, facing the real world, spreading my wings and gliding through the haze of what I viewed life as.
But yet I saw the world through a different eye glass then, I hadnt lived long enough to clean the glass plate in order for me to see so clearly, but what I could make out was easy, fun almost.
I nearly bubbled in anticipation, waiting for the time to arrive.
But now...
But now that its almost here.
All of the previous anxiety has dried itself out, ive been tournished and hurt, enough for me to gain enough strength to clean the eye glass I hold and really see through it, really see how harsh the world can be.
Fear is what i feel...eating away at me, nearly wrapping its arms around me in dragging me into a place of darkness.
I dread the day for me to go out from the leaf ive been hiding under and spread my wings.
Scared that I wont be ready.
The thing about time is that it goes by so fast. Its alot but people take it for advantage, they dont use it wisely. They sit back and procrasinate as the golden seconds gradually wither away.
And before you know all your vauble days, months, and years are all spent up.
Will I be ready? Is the thought that repeats in my head like the anxious ticking of clock.
Ive wasted so much time, I nearly scream.
I want to be a kid again, I beg and plead.
No one can hear me.
But yet life still flows..
