Why am I
Feeling this low
Why do I feel like
Life is moving too fast
Am I just that slow
That I can't keep up
What is this intense aching
In my heart
These emotions
are too much to bear
Trying to find ways
To make these feelings clear.

Let me reset
one more chance
to give my best
all this blood rushing
through my chest
eager for another shot
at happiness.

Is it just me
or does anybody else see
this life passes by too quickly
Before you even get a moment to breathe
Still trying to find ways to shine
The more I try, The more I feel like
I am running out of time.

Let me reset
one more chance
to give my best
all this blood rushing
through my chest
eager for another shot
at happiness.

Getting older
Should be gracefully changing
Seem to be battling ageing
Each day I lose a little more hope
That the dreams I've set
Will never get met
and that makes me a little depressed

Let me reset
one more chance
to give my best
all this blood rushing
through my chest
eager for another shot
at happiness.

Mannequins in the shop front window,
The new years batch take their seats,
Lined up on display, unknowingly.

Between words you lick your lips - quivering
Under your brow, behind your eyes,
******* each body in the back of your mind.

Little lambs to the slaughter,
So meek and so mild.
Just as your precious Herbert
Speaks of his young bride.

now i am older
and with a told heart i listen

with some alone time
i could really steer

I will never understand
exactly when did a finger on the hand of time uncurl
and wave me on from being a girl

When I was a kid,
I thought I could be superman.
But now that I'm older,
I don't think anyone can.  
So, if no one can be a superman,
the next best thing I can be
is a good man.

You know what's fascinating about the older generation?
They want us to have it easy
Yet they constantly complain about how easy we have it
It can be quite confusing, I must admit
I don't understand them and they don't understand us
So what's all the fuss?
Let us be free
Who we want to be
It's kinda easy
~31/3/21

Living as a young man's ghost
Forgetting that, which mattered most.

Haunting steps, where once were bold,
To ponder when I became so old.

i don't know why im writing this. but i used to write every so often when i was younger.
i am turning 18.
it almost feels like a fever dream. i never felt this frightened my whole life.
is my life really starting? is this the beginning of a decade?
where am i gonna be after this? how am i gonna feel?

you see, growing up, it's that just simple.
nothing changes, and you still gotta wait for something to.
it doesn't magically happens.

and i hate waiting.
i wanna be older and free.
but, most of the time i wish life was simpler like when i was younger.