Growing Up

Growing up is so strange...

We don't realize,

Can't see it with our eyes,

And then we're forced to change.

We forget old ties...

Start resorting to selfish lies.

Before we know, we're in the race...

To defeat others and be the Ace.

But ever do we stop to think?

We are not, at all alike.

To win the game in one strike...

And we exert ourselves to the brink.

I wonder if we ever give a thought...

Until now, what have we sought?

Life is once, and won't come back.

And it isn't required to keep any track.

Let it be, let it flow...

We can't hold, what's meant to go.

Being alive for things yet unseen...

Is it what growing up does mean?