age and time

age and time is only defined by the hands of a man named father time, or is it really? i am thinking that it's only a figment of imagination thats been put into our minds since we were children back when the world was seemed to be so kind. but how could i be so blind and oblivious to the horrors of the world that lived past the age of nine i believe that is where i had to draw the line. the line which back then had seemed so thin but now so thick how could it have been, that simple little line that seperated the fantasies from realities. the line that seemed to seperate me from all the catastrophies that came along with these many different responsibilties that i felt like i had to take on, or was it a sign? a sign that shined like a meteor shooting across the night sky, a sign trying to tell me that it was time. time for me to get to back to normal and act as though everything was fine, but it wasn't. time for me to start acting like what i had involuntarily become, A Woman.