Growing up

Growing up is complicated

You feel like you are on a timer

Needing to accomplish things by a specific time and date

Rushing to be a certain age

Pushing yourself past your boundaries 

To feel like you belong in the crowd

Always looking for the next thing

And wishing current moments away

When you're 15, you’re dying to reach 16

When freedom begins

When your teenage life truly starts

When you are exposed to new things

And are at the mercy of the world

When you're 16, you’re dying to be 17

A gap in age

An age that feels right

You're 17 and the world is your oyster

No responsibility 

But you are dying to be 18, then 19 

And so on

I would say to you 

Pause

And look around

Because as the days go by, nothing will ever be like they were.