I often wonder,
Am I growing far too fast?
I think like a man,
But I, a child, could never be regarded as one,
Even though I seem to constantly be the smartest in the room.
Wait, are we racing to fast through this?
I know the time is ripe,
Though I didn't think I'd lose my childhood tonight.
Yet there is a chance I'm speculating on how to defend,
Something that's already gone,
Because I'm only a child away from you.
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 8:26 AM UTC
I often wonder,
Am I growing far too fast?
I think like a man,
But I, a child, could never be regarded as one,
Even though I seem to constantly be the smartest in the room.
Wait, are we racing to fast through this?
I know the time is ripe,
Though I didn't think I'd lose my childhood tonight.
Yet there is a chance I'm speculating on how to defend,
Something that's already gone,
Because I'm only a child away from you.
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