suddenly the sun set and i was sixteen
but i hadn’t grown up i was somewhere in between
not old enough to forgive childhood for ending
but old enough to know that my memories are blending
i feel as though i have lived a lifetime in tears
but i’m being told that these are my “prime years”
maybe they’re right and i’ll look back and miss this
maybe i’ll smile, remember, and reminisce
or maybe i already mourn the memories as i make them
i can’t be present knowing the end will inevitably come
i look around trying to take in what soon will disappear
and hate myself for watching not wanting to interfere
my birthdays no longer feel so far apart
i wish i could go back and completely restart
time flows like a river moving smooth and fast
the seasons change without drawing attention
and the years continue to pass
