Almost Thirty, Barely Grown

almost thirty barely grown spent my twenties learning bones how they break how they heal how to tell what pain is real thought by now i'd have it right feet planted firm my future bright but the mirror shows the same old face chasing dreams at the same old pace bills stack high the years fly fast my childhood echoes in the past yet somehow i think of that kid inside who fears the dark but he swears he’ll try almost thirty still unsure measuring life in less and more less of doubt more of trust less of can't more of must learning that growing’s not a rush