Growing up
Tick tock.
Back and forth these waves push.
Wishy washy.
I want some stability inside.
Topsy turby.
Can’t I feel the same for more than a few days?
Back and forth.
I know someday it will come.
Good and bad.
Maybe this is all just growing up.
Don’t regret, but don’t forget.
These times are what make us, shape us, break us, save us, amaze us.
Longing for solid ground.
stilldreaming said,
May 15, 2007 at 9:53 pm
Good ‘grasp’ on what ‘growing up’ is about, however, I hate to break it to you, but growing up is a continuous process.
I am still “longing for solid ground”, but maybe “someday it will come”