Growing Up

We all grow older and I have become bored by routine,


the same time, same old thing,


I can hardly stand it


cause it is dull and boring


and only seems to lead to sameness,


I can't stand one more day just dragging along


barely picking up my feet


while the world underneath whizzes by so quickly,


I must change,


so please say you will love me the same,


cause I don't know what I would do without you,


if I change and face the undeniable truth


will I be jumping on the band wagon,


some political scheme to trick me


into believeing I am individual,


when really I am just falling into the same cycle


that generations before me thought they could break,


should I stay the same and hide


hopeing that the truth will unveil itself


or will I further dillude myself,


I can't stand the ignorance


so do I become studious,


am I willing to give up my free time


of writing and becomeing more artistic

as a trade for a world of rigid business

that stinks of corruption


just to suit the world,


do I give up my childhood


to try and keep up


with a world unwilling to wait,


even for the youngest tyke


before he feels pain,


I wish I knew


so I could tell you,


my dear friend,


I wish I could help you


but I only seem to stumble and stutter


at the truth,


I don't know what you're going through


but I know pain


and I wish I could heal yours


but I have no power to relate,


I have failed you and I,


they tell me to grow up


but all I grow is weary,


my eyes bloodshot


and my hands blotted with ink,


trying to find a truth


that I am too old not to know


but too young to find out,


at a crossroads,


the paths all look equally troddened,


so which way do I take