"Hey you,"
"I'm listening," she says,
but I'm not sure
she is me
my voice
so many times of uncertainty
trying to give and give
but only being taken from
trying to take
but no receiving
why the silence
why cant I just answer the questions
why can't i laugh with the others
lost by my maturity or immaturity
rather run  away with children
or talk with the adults
of meaning
talk with the adults who have walked a ways on this earth
and have figured at least something out
instead of stuck in some turmoio of one tracked minds
way of continuessly spinning but never evolving
hey she tells me
You are better
you know more
but then something else clouds it all
i take an extra sip
skip a little to catch up to the moving crowd
try to laugh a little harder
Just act
casually, comfortably,
cool
hey the voice tells me, its not that your too mature and boring or too immature and incapable
you are your own classification
or rather no classification
simply you, me, us.
And,
the thing is,
its that theirs plenty of fish
and a vast ocean to swim
through reefs and corals
and sometimes the muddy sand at the bottom
but it is your heart she says
it is our heart
we must follow it
as much as a part of us would like to take one more sip
and flip our hair
and be the center of the group instead of
Always Stumbling a little to catch up
and instead of walking a little farher and farther behind
under the orange light
While the laughter of them journeys on
and your footsteps get louder and louder until it echoes in silence
as much as we'd like she says
its not what we'd truly like
hold the heart and skip don't stumble
Skip to catch up but dont just stop once you hit the centre
keep skipping
skipping
Away into the sun♡