I guess this is growing up

I fumble about the halls for the last first day Watching all the underclassmen, scurry on their way I sit through the last first day, of free school Thinking, over … the summer, I should have made a visit to the pool Thinking, I might make this year my first and only blow out But three weeks in I find it hard to go out They keep telling me, I need to gather up my knowledge To make all these papers, look pretty…I think they call them applications for college But how would I know what it is I want out of life I’m still dealing with all my personal strife Yet still they tell me, I should hurry and apply But truly, all I want is another piece of pie You know, that last piece of glorious childhood Sitting around, eating candy and watching cartoons that were good Don’t get me wrong, I still watch cartoons with all the past feel Though now if feels as if I’ve lost my zeal But all these transitions are just the march of time so I’m told So I’m gonna take these changes, and go for the gold Because I once heard it in a song The sound in a movie I haven’t seen in so long The line was “time may change me, but I can change time” Now I KNOW I won’t go through this life as a mime My voice will be heard, loud and clear Though some may be deaf, it is me they will hear As I now prepare to take my leave But wait, there are two things I want you to do, one of them is breathe And the other Well that one’s a mother Just remember, anytime you feel time has the pass I want you to get up Catch up And tell time what’s up You tell time, this all apart of growing up