Time Goes By

I sit in class for the final year, and suddenly realize I am almost eighteen

I just sit and wonder and dream, when all is said and done what will this mean

I know I am not ready but all I feel is fear

The end of the time I have to grow up is near

I wonder weather or not in my parents eye

I am nothing but an eighteen year old lie

Even they know I am not ready and they tell me in a very small way

They tell me through the small little things they do that leave me not knowing what to say

Mom looks into my eyes and sees nothing there

I know she wants me to succeed and I can see that she has to care

I know that she has to see where this is going

It kills me to look at her when I have no way of knowing

To her this is no big deal

She has no way of knowing how I really feel

In a matter of a few years I will see

What her being there to watch me grow up really means to me

All these years of her giving me clothing, shelter and food

It has taken so long for me to understand and realize that this is just a prelude

This only shows a small fraction of what is to come

I realize now that this is my life to live, this is my kingdom

Like a baby bird out of the nest it is my time to fly

My mom can only watch and prey I stay safe as time goes by