Growing Up

Diapers were still around and vocabulary had a distinct sound
anything new was miraculous, that timid period was so fabulous
Being a toddler in the bearer’s lap, dependency and the giant gap
May be that was when I first wondered, am I gonna grow up like others?

Surrounded by matching minds, my pen drew similar lines
anything new was now a lesson, that liberated period was still in congestion
Being a preteen under surveying eyes, my mind searched where opportunity lies
Hesitant but still strong, the mystery towed along how am I gonna grow up now?

Uncertainty grew at a rapid rate, every year was a big intake

anything old or new was a confusion, that period was so inconceivable

Being a teen behind an introspective veil, there was no one but self to explain

Stronger than ever the spirit called out loud when am I gonna grow out of this?

Days came and years surrendered, the thoughts grew out of proportion

anything around had the same sound, but still had the influence to bound
When I turned adult? I still couldn’t point, it went unnoticed like the heartbeat
By the time I realized the question had a never ending hum why did I grew up after all?