Back to the Days

I turn my head towards my open window and I listen Listen to the familiar sounds of cars rushing past Listen as the cool night air weaves through the trees’ leaves, making them rustle. Then I start to remember. Remember when it all began to change. Remember when I started to grow up. Becoming an adult was all I ever wanted as a kid. But now, here I am, wishing for the hands of time to just turn back. Back to a time filled with nap and snacks. Back to a time when my biggest worries were what doll I should play with next, And which crayon would look the prettiest. Now, I worry about boys who only know how to steal hearts, but don’t know what to do with them. Now, I worry about college, and how everything I do from now on will define my future. Why do things have to keep changing? Why do people keep changing? Why can’t I just go back to the simple days? Back to the days where my parents were proud of my bad drawings, Instead of yelling at me to focus on becoming a doctor. I want to go back to the days when all that mattered was my happiness. But I see now that those days are long gone And now, I have to grow up.