Betwixt and Between

When I was a girl it seemed time took much longer, To pass by and let me be older not younger. It seemed all the good things were far in the future, And I feared in the waiting I'd slip into a stupor. I was too young for most things and too old for the rest. I was stuck in the middle, an unwanted guest, Searching in vain for the place I belonged, Awaiting my prince to come sing me his song; Sweep me up in his arms and then whisk me away, To a life filled with gladness as fairy tales say; But life is no fairy tale, it's business at hand. If you want to survive then get with the plan. We have to grow up, take the bull by the horns, For life's what you make it, you have been forewarned. My life s much better in some ways it seems, Though I must admit it's not like my dreams. I've learned from experience when less than enchanted, I'm happier when trying to bloom where I'm planted.