Time

It seems as though
all we do
is to pass time; looking forward, or backward, but never directly and deeply into now.
Age 10 I longed to age.
I wanted to fall in love.
Age 15 I longed to age.
I wanted to be taken more seriously, to drive out of that small god forsaken town where nothing stays secret.
Age 18 I only wanted to return.
I had fallen in love and it shattered my heart.
I had been taken more seriously and it destroyed my innocence.
It was time to drive straight out of that damned small town when I realized it was all I knew.
Age 10 was a dream that I was all too ready to wake up from.
Age 15 was a breeze that I soon realized I had never let whip through my hair.
That's the thing about growing up. By the time you're "grown", you can remember being young but never what it truly felt like.
It's too late.
Each second passes, it's gone as soon as you notice it exists.
Looking forward to that party this weekend or the sunshine of summer.
Looking backward at the love that left you, the friends that disappeared, and the you that you once were.
It seems as though
all we do
is to pass time.
And then it passes
quickly
and as soon as its gone
we wonder where it went.