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
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