20-something

Scared to grow up, can we go back to childhood?

I lost track of time somewhere along the line
Where? I can't really say
Wrapped in the fragrance of my youth
I didn't realize the scent was fading away
You can't light another
So you ponder on your regrets
Nostalgia becomes your partner
And you grow her even in your fear so that you don't begin to forget
The face, the feeling, the timeline
or how it feels to be alive.
I've lost track of time
But time was always running from my hands
What remains is the bittersweer taste of the life you could have led
And the sinking feeling of sand in the glass- the time you have left
But the scent isn't completely gone
Your life has just begun
Maybe you can't use the excuse anymore
the teen has disappeared, a whole decade has been added to your age
But a whole new wide world awaits...