Age
I’ve been anxious
Anxious to grow up
Grow up to be on my own
Be on my own and make my own decisions
Make my own decisions because i felt my parents disliked me
For all those play times i was refused
For being scolded for doing nothing
Oh yes i may have been poised to sign a secret deal with age
Little did i know that with age comes responsibility
Responsibility i can assure you i am not ready for
I’m witty rocking my prime but soon i’ll be fragile and delicate
If only there was a way of retracting my contract with cruel Age
Soon i’ll be liable to as many mouths as my fingers and toes combined
The mere thought of it suddens me
Can everyone just give me a few more years to prepare ?
I know i may have wished for a canoe too early but now it is here - a white elephant, lacking a paddle
Here in the middle of nowhere
Someone please find me
How do i steer ?
How do i rear?
Please give me some more time
Halt the pressure on my dear self
I’m not ready !
I am not ready i say !
Please
Take it easy
i know this is what i longed for but a couple more years please
Why do we only get one shot at this life thingy?
Atleast you should have handed me a manual
A couple years to thirty
I am lost , stuck and dirty
Lacking a sense of direction i’m flimsy
But i’ll try
I’ll try to catch up
I’ll try to resolve my own misfortune
But Age, don’t con anyone else
Let me bear it all alone
And if i die trying , I’d atleast have some Sage
For my next life
I’ve been anxious
Anxious to grow upGrow up to be on my own
Be on my own and make my own decisions
Make my own decisions because i felt my parents disliked me
For all those play times i was refused
For being scolded for doing nothing
Oh yes i may have been poised to sign a secret deal with age
Little did i know that with age comes responsibility
Responsibility i can assure you i am not ready for
I’m witty rocking my prime but soon i’ll be fragile and delicate
If only there was a way of retracting my contract with cruel Age
Soon i’ll be liable to as many mouths as my fingers and toes combinedThe mere thought of it suddens me
Can everyone just give me a few more years to prepare ?
I know i may have wished for a canoe too early but now it is here - a white elephant, lacking a paddle
Here in the middle of nowhere
Someone please find me
How do i steer ?
How do i rear?
Please give me some more time
Halt the pressure on my dear self
I’m not ready !
I am not ready i say !
Please
Take it easy
i know this is what i longed for but a couple more years please
Why do we only get one shot at this life thingy?
Atleast you should have handed me a manual
A couple years to thirty
I am lost , stuck and dirty
Lacking a sense of direction i’m flimsy
But i’ll try
I’ll try to catch up
I’ll try to resolve my own misfortune
But Age, don’t con anyone else
Let me bear it all alone
And if i die trying , I’d atleast have some Sage
For my next life
