Is everything we are
who we are when we're four?
To laugh and to learn
and to always want more?
Is this what it is
to be nothing but nine?
To have dreams and worries
but know you have time?
Is this how feels to be only fourteen?
To be talking all day
but no one hears a **** thing?
Then is this what it means to be seventeen?
To have plans and dreams
Though you haven't started a thing?
And is this what it is to be twenty one?
to have all this time,
yet feel as though there's none?
So are we these people
from the start to the end?
The same or different
or some kind of blend?