Could it be so soon?
Whispers emerge within
Lurking clouds,
Ready like lighting,
Striking down
All the fresh possibilities.
Sensibilities rained upon—
Dreams now gone,
Devoured by storm clouds
Not fit for young
Imagination.
It's time to grow up, glow up.
No contemplation,
Head down
And fasten your wits.
Don't mind the hits
That child-like wonder takes—
It breaks, marking the storm drains
With growing pains.
We age, engulfed in vain
To please others, while we
Shudder
At the thought of being
Ourselves.