Bridge to Maturity

The bridge to maturity is one I've never wanted to cross I love feeling younger, in my youth is where I choose to be lost Responsibilities are too much work, I don't like to stress Growing up is hard to do, that pill is hard to digest But, unfortunately, I have to cross it As Time is always racing and He never gets exhausted So I'm staring at this bridge, intimidated by its size My destination looks far away, as the fog masks my eyes Now I'm walking aimlessly, feeling handicapped and blind Feeling regret as doubt and complacency seep through my mind "Turn around and go back and play" is what complacency whispers "You're not going to make it, just quit" groans doubt as I quiver I look at the dark river, the smell of failure is in the air I can't give up, I have to make it there I trudge through my perils, gripping the bridge's sides I'm moving slower than usual, a stumble replaces my stride of pride Fear makes me want to stop dead in my tracks But I've made it this far, there's no reason to turn back The opposition is stacked, but over their heads I peep the finish I'm breaking my limitations like records from Guinness My stumbles are replaced by a mad dash full of passion I'm fearless and a bit reckless, as I no longer fear crashing I'm praying that God keeps this bridge from falling under me Because I can hear my maturity calling unto me.