I miss being a teenager
because I can't grow up any-more.

I still get hormone swings
and that peer pressure thing
and regret I can't withdraw.

Yet my sense of being is not increasing,
No it's not at all.

I have a fondness for meaningless memories,
Their insignificance speaks to me
like culture shock when on holiday.

Effy Stonem's eyes pierce mine;
Mesmerized by irides the quality of sky.