Unsure future

Growing up is
collecting voids that
are left by
those you meet

Growing up is
letting go of
that dream you
wrote down on
that burning sheet

Getting older means
learning how to
ignore pain how to
organize feelings that
you cannot let got

Growing big means
dancing over small
bridges and wide
fields, using your
imagination as shields
to save you from
reality

Craving youth like
you have no other choice
than getting bigger and
slowly turn
bitter

Growing up is
understanding how
the world should
function,
all while you see
how it is for
real

Growing up is
freeze yourself
in ice of blissing
ignorance and
forget how
to feel.

But I'm sure
in those short
sweet
moments
right before we die
we are allowed
for once,
at long last,
to simply
cry

To be weak for once.