Most days I truly hate being what we call a "responsible" adult
I don't think I'm coping well with life and all her faults
My time and money are not my own
How can I come to grips with being grown?
Having these obligations to oblige
I didn't go looking for them but I can not hide
If I were to know it was this stressful to be an elder
I would have tried to stay a youth as long as I could if not forever
My soul is hungry
and my spirit, weary
The short time I've been on this earth
My burden has been heavy
Some days I wish I could just run away
But being responsible, I must stay
I learned about life at an early age
And now I'm jaded at this stage
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Anonymous said...
I wish I could have read something like this when I was 16 or 17 trying to fastrack myself to adulthood. It might not have changed anything, but at least the seed of perspective would have been laid.
I like how you think Bammy. And even if I didn't I would encourage you to keep on doing it!
June 10, 2008 at 9:45 AM
Bahama said...
Thanks O! i really do wish i would have known it wasn't going to be as easy as it looked..
June 10, 2008 at 11:40 AM
Jay Midnyte said...
so deep! and everything you say is true...
"My time and money are not my own
How can I come to grips with being grown?
Having these obligations to oblige
I didn't go looking for them but I can not hide"
speechless.
June 10, 2008 at 6:17 PM
Anonymous said...
You are so talented Danni. That was beautiful and I could feel it. It almost made me cry because you wrote it! I grew up with you and we sorta watched each other grow. Now look at us! MAN! But I commend you woman. You're doing great and I love you!
June 11, 2008 at 10:54 PM
Unknown said...
Beautiful!! I still say, publish, publish, publish!
And who the heck is Danni? Huh? Huh?
June 14, 2008 at 1:43 PM