All Grown Up

                Well f**k,

 I guess we’re all grown up.

We get to see the world with new eyes                and realize that

we’re still four years old,

playing in puddles and cramming our boots with stones.

Now 

we’ll build sand castles for ourselves

And savor each moment

Or spit it out ‘cause it sucked and we get to make new ones.

This is making new friends when we thought it was all over,

And despite all the stress, tests and expectations

this is hope, dangling from extraterrestrial suns and blazing forth from half packed boxes.

We’re still four years old, ready to take on lives we’re already living.