Growing…

Growing up is such a barbarous business, full of inconvenience… and pimples. — J.M. Barrie

Growing up is life’s ugliest form,
being lost and being of age go hand in hand,
As the years add on those carefully arranged blocks and pieces
start to tumble, you start losing pieces within you,
it’s like Jenga, you try to add more but its all eventually going to tumble,
the foundation is lacking, its all crippling,
you try to fill it with events, it will all work out when I graduate,
it will all fall into place with a job,
it will all make sense,
No you wont, its within, the holes are inside,
that is never going to be filled,
and so what do you do,
Who knows, I am trying to piece it all together just like you
my jenga blocks lie strewn around
I am no better than any of you.