YOUNG ENOUGH TO BE OLD

As years passed me by

Counting numbers has been my second nature

It is not the days or weeks nor the months

But the years

 

When I turned 18 I suddenly had this gut

I need to matured

I need to become well

I need to be better

 

Then goes the clock to work

And now I’m 20

What happened that day?

My age turned to something new

But so did my thinking

 

Looking back I suddenly had a realization

What’s happening in my life?

What have I done?

What should I do?

 

It feels like I’m out off track

I couldn’t get a hold of myself

Failed decisions seems to chase me

Unwanted emotions seems to stir inside

Immature conclusions slipped through my mouth

 

What am I?

Am I old?

Am I young?

Or am I in the middle?

Am I old enough to be young?

Or I’m young enough to be old?