1.
My mind keeps drifting back to the good old days
At this point I’m doing more remembering than living
I can’t live in the past
But I can spend hours on end wishing I could.
I’ve lived this long and all I’ve got to show for it?
A few academic certificates,
And some half-hearted birthday celebrations.
It’s quite pathetic really
And it’s a particular emptiness
That always hits me on my birthday,
The realization that I’m growing up
Without my permission.
School, responsibilities, career, life!
All the things I simply have to handle as I grow older
I don’t want a birthday present
I want a reason to feel like my birthday is worth celebrating
2.
I spent most of my youth
Observing the world objectively
It’s one of the few habits
I think I’ll always carry
I am not scared of growing up
But there’s something about growing old
Is it fear, uncertainty?
It’s easy to say goodbye to your youth
As long as you don’t realize that you’re doing it
3.
I spent most of my youth
Observing the world objectively
It’s one of the few habits
I think I’ll always carry
I am not scared of growing up
But there’s something about growing old
Is it fear, uncertainty?
It’s easy to say goodbye to your youth
As long as you don’t realize that you’re doing it
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