Growing up means the world when you’re just seventeen, all the things that you’ve done, all the things that you’ve seen. All the tales you could tell to your future sons child, all the stress that can come all the feelings of pride.
As the years tumble on through the future so bright, all the memories that fade as they pass out of sight. All the hopes and emotions of loves lost and won , all the pain and the sorrow of the loss of someone.
Thought your hair changes colour from vivid to grey, remembering the smiles that you smiled yesterday. As you sit with your mind floating deep in the night, as you think of the things with your memories you fight.
When all that you have is your own point of view, with no soul to talk to you sink into you. As the days and the nights melt into one scene, growing up means the world when you’re just seventeen.