The clock is ticking.
I reached for adulthood like a prize;
A shiny, golden trophy that could fix all my problems
I reached for it -
Fell on my face, knees scraping the cold floor.
I reached again -
I got a little closer
The clock is ticking.
I'm halfway up the ladder to adulthood.
The prize no longer looks so beautiful
The box of crayons my friends used to color with,
waxy and bright,
has become a brightly colored box of vapes,
their desperate attempt at sanity.
and I climb,
helplessly,
because the older I get,
the more that I realize
that there is nowhere to go but up.
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 10:35 AM UTC
The clock is ticking.
I reached for adulthood like a prize;
A shiny, golden trophy that could fix all my problems
I reached for it -
Fell on my face, knees scraping the cold floor.
I reached again -
I got a little closer
The clock is ticking.
I'm halfway up the ladder to adulthood.
The prize no longer looks so beautiful
The box of crayons my friends used to color with,
waxy and bright,
has become a brightly colored box of vapes,
their desperate attempt at sanity.
and I climb,
helplessly,
because the older I get,
the more that I realize
that there is nowhere to go but up.
getting older and reminiscing
