Time ticks so slowly when I watch it
but it sprints like a rabid hare if you look away
Minutes race away, then hours, then days
then I can stare eye to eye with my parents;
those who’d just been unreachable
with each inch I gain, with each word I learn
I feel the unyielding worms of adulthood creeping up on me
slowly; but not slowly enough
Responsibilities breath down my neck
their stench enveloping my patience and my time
Sometimes, it’s hard to breath
for all air around stinks of burdens

Sometimes, I fiddle with my pens, my pencils, my papers
pleading, begging the clock to go faster
it never does, when I ask it to grow older
it sets a snail-like pace; keeping what I assume is freedom
gently out of my reach

Sometimes if the ideal freedom I crave is a simple illusion
I might be free of my current prison, disguised as a school
I may be free of my jailers, disguised as teachers
but won’t I go to another, much larger cage?
disguised as office walls and bosses

Sometimes I’m scared; Terrified
sometimes I feel as if I’m unready for the reality I will be thrust into
a reality which seems so far away, so unreachable
yet a reality which I’m sure will come in the blink of an eye