Growing up
I used to be a freshman always dying to get out of class , now im a graduating senoir wondering what happened to all the time .
I feel worried my life has gone by too fast , is all the sand on one side of the hour glass?
Here lately ive been just going through the motions not saying a word feeling like criminal who just got caught in the crime.
just thinking about my jounry ahead my throat closes up. i find myself starring into my rim filled cofffe cup , trying to figure out how to stop time and make it last.
thats when i met a wise man whom said "do not worry about how fast life goes by but whether you had a blast hitting the life on the bull's eye and who cares what happened to the time ,enjoy your life because you're still a young pup many years away from you're prime.
and when he was done with his corny rhyme. i gulped the coffe out of my what was my rim filled cup and realized , Its all just part of growing up.
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