I wonder what is growing up?
When I was a kid my size told me you grow,
But now that my size ceases to tow,
Don’t I grow anymore?
When will I realise that I have grown up?
Will it be the day when I don’t get angry anymore?
Or will there be a day when every new step I take, every new journey I begin would not be scary any more.
Will it be the day when I take all my decisions on my own?
Or when a day is only happy and sad is no more.
Will it be the day when empty promises will hurt me no more?
Will I grow up when death looks me in the eye and there would be fear no more?
But is growing up like becoming a saint?
Like a man who never cries in pain.
Where excitement has no thrill,
And asking for direction charge in your bills?
And if the trust in a promise dies,
Did I really live, or led a miserable lie?
Will I have to question myself to know that, have I?
Or will the inner peace in a decision tell me, you will suffice.
Will I really grow I wonder at times!
‘coz time really runs and wail, stop by!