As life moves and I learn more,

I feel the pressure to adjust and be serious,

To leave the childish things,

And become an adult person,

But putting away playfulness,

Makes me anxious and fearful,

What if it is boring?

What if it is great?

Can I truly be happy,

In engaging in adult things?

Will my life be meaningful?

Or is each day an unending drag?

Is responsibility truly bad or do I need to adjust my lens?

Yes, I can vent,

Yes, I will grind,

But to put away childishness,

Will bring out the best in me.