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.