Growth in Low
Passing passing every street
Cars almost like a fleet
Thinking back I sat
What did I lack
I was mature enough
But stuck in the now
Wasting time every day
Is this how I should stay?
At what point I grew
I do not know
But I realized then
That there is more
Than just the present of today
A short realization which led me
To what I am now
This poem is about:
Me