Hopefully Immature

I'm exploring the realm of what some refer to as "maturity"

i feel like I'm content

but it feels like i was compelled to be

they say it's what makes you an adult

when your dreams are crushed by reality

and by then you have a choice

of whether or not to accept

that you traded the things that gave you joy

for the things over which you wept.

and when you're finally content with settling

adults will call you mature

because you don't act how you want to

but what the situation "appropriately" calls for

its peculiar that the more you've gone through,

the more mature you seem to be

and maybe that's because, when life does what it does,

its true cruel harshness you come to see.

so we habitually dismiss the hopeful what-ifs

and accept the 9-5s as our future life

we judge those who still dare to dream

because they haven't experienced our strife.

but yet i've decided to make a choice

although the future is not clearly seen

that whether acting like a kid or being an adult,

I will NEVER be content with giving up my dreams.