I was young, and at fifteen years old I had all the fun
And everything else seem fine when I'm done
At seventeen I was fill with magic, the years visit me on a run
Asking for more details about life and adulthood
Parties and drunkenness trying to be your friends
I watch the sunset, as shooting stars migrate to homeland of dream
Then come responsibility of age, seeing all go through the change
Like season when winter come and seeing the leaves fall
When the little girl's I knew, who played with dirt, now Shown color of surprise
Dress all nice and her hair braid, her smell left Samber on a raining day
As they're passing by, my friends watched stunn how miracle come true
Can you imagine that girl who broke her toy and cry
Now walking with firm face, radian with confident posture
Took a look at my own self, senses the gap between us
Maturities was my enemy back then, pretending I'm find
Now betrayal in my glass of water, and I'm afraid to sip up the years yet to come
I just open up book of my life, writing down all the things I lack at seventeen
How my misbehaving gave in horror a form, witnessing a mother of three crying in her hopelessness
To control her sons, she did her best to raise them well, how fortunate run like best tag-team
Those three gave her anxiety and stress, day out and day in, different ways of keep her in
I wish I could heal them years with brush of stroke on my canvas
All miss deeds, all pretentious seed I plans
Guilt follow me like a friend lending me a ears to hear
Growing up between nineteen and eighteen was ember ages
Like eating mushrooms to feel the cold in summer
Pair with salt and sugar, no admission to touch
Just took my pens as I watch my colleague inflat into wrapping grams
I was left behind, some move on, childhood memories
twenty I hears news here and there
Them same girls, got married and some got little daughters and Sons
How life can fast travels, and no leaping to jump
Childhood friends becoming father and no available tables we can sit down watch football games
Now the conversation is lost, like we're stirring down the wrong tone
Some ask for my love life, but I'm so dizzy and no words I give can help me
List is full blank and mood, like a poet forgot his Mitra
Now I'm drinking coffee with worst energy, projecting all sad, heartfelt on my teenaged years
My pen tryna skip fews lines, disappointed on taking back some of things, if I could
I hate chasing after you




© Enoch