You have outgrown it,
it no longer fits you.
Old ideologies wither up, like too small shoes.
No one's there to hold your hand,
because you know better now.
Got the blues because those growing pains are starting to become too powerful to ignore.
Some truly do take longer, but you've been lying to yourself all week, all month, all year..
The procrastination you used to slide on doesn't fit anymore.
The self-doubt that you once tried pulling on over your head, now causes friction against your skin.
The blanket of these familiar things no longer keep you warm; for you have evolved above and outgrown them all.
Your fire now burns too bright. You can not douse the flames in mediocrity.
It is time to grow up.
-Martine Beauvais
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 12:47 AM UTC
You have outgrown it,
it no longer fits you.
Old ideologies wither up, like too small shoes.
No one's there to hold your hand,
because you know better now.
Got the blues because those growing pains are starting to become too powerful to ignore.
Some truly do take longer, but you've been lying to yourself all week, all month, all year..
The procrastination you used to slide on doesn't fit anymore.
The self-doubt that you once tried pulling on over your head, now causes friction against your skin.
The blanket of these familiar things no longer keep you warm; for you have evolved above and outgrown them all.
Your fire now burns too bright. You can not douse the flames in mediocrity.
It is time to grow up.
-Martine Beauvais
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