I am still young,
but I am getting older.
The days seem slow,
but the years are moving faster.
When I look back
on when I was a child
it seems so far away,
at least a million miles.
And those days
are lost and seem forgotten
but there are times
I feel like I could touch them.
I feel so weak
and powerless as an infant.
And yet I know
soon I will reach the limit
to the time that I can waste
just sitting here and waiting
till I can find my strength
and stop feeling like a baby.
The time has come
for me to be moving forward
but I’m afraid.
I just feel like such a coward.
Will I ever know
which way I should be moving
and stop thinking of
all the things I could be losing?
How much more time
do I have before it’s too late
for me to find
the life that is my true fate?
I know I should
be brave enough to change things
but I am still
just a person in the making.