I was thinking, my thoughts were loud I was going to write about how growing up is hard Don't get me wrong I've known since I was a kid but it's harder now God forbid… I was gonna write about how life's easy, you just gotta spark it, whatever that means. But somehow, I know it was made just for us teens. That nothing's gonna make sense. Just count back from five, to four. I i think I've been here before but I'm too lost to know where I am, and before I know it, three will pass, just as time will And then two will be late or maybe I'll be too late. Late for what? I ask myself… what could one be late for? The counting, I answer myself. See how that just passed by, See how you can easily get caught up in a rhyme See how easily you can lose track of time. Yes this poem is all over the place it may not even make sense, but let's retrace Time is no object and you cant object           Growing up is hard but it's not the growing that's hard So I guess I did write a poem about growing up… Doesn't quite make sense does it? Or maybe it does and we're all just above it Sometimes in life, we all just need a little shove in the right direction But it's your choice which way to fall Maybe there's nothing right left maybe there's nothing left right Who does everything right? So why not go left? Get lost.