GROWING UP

Growing up is something of a mystery to me.

Even though I am technically doing it right now,

I still don't fully get it.

I sit here wearing the same clothes for the last 48 hours,

having not showered,

or eaten anything but fast food.

I've wasted a lot lof money on hotels for 2 nights but only used the bed,

not the shower, desk, or balcony.

I contemplate where to go,

what to do.

There is not much I long for besides a place to call my own,

whether for a night, a month, or forever.

I have the means to travel, to livev, to feed, and clothe myself.

Companionship would be nice,

whether a friend, lover, or confidant.

I wish I could remain among the nature always;

feeling the breeze,

walking among the flowers,

seeing the sunrise as I awake each day.

I need a job, a place to live, an education, and a mode of transport.

It's all too much to do and handle in such a short time.

I don't want to go to the movies,

or waste money on frivolous things.

I want to live simply,

at peace,

in harmony with nature.

Growing up is hard and feels isolating and very confusing.

But choosing to do so is better than ignoring the responsibility.