Grown

Oh my gosh what’s going on, life has turned quite weird,

I pressed on from the stunting crowd and now I don’t know where I am,

I’ve met plenty of hurdles in this never-ending story;

Boy, it appears that life is nothing but a vague journey.

Like wings inside a cocoon; the cultivation stirs,

List barely checked off, hardly where I need to be,

Now after it all, only glimmers of achievement I see;

Can’t you tell? I’m a seasoned vet with a tucked in shirt.

Eyes of hazel show off his stubble prickling his baby-face,

Am I ready to face it all, to spread my wings aloft?

Heaven forbid if they see you cry,

No! I’m grown and shall endure running the race ahead.

I feel so broken and scared, and though there are no grades;

Trusting my skills for a test hardly studied is where I am,

Am I nothing but a millennial seeking mercy in this apocalyptic mess?

Is this no more than a brief notion bleeding from a young, but experienced mind?