Grasping Dreams

"Are you ready?
You must be so excited!"
This is another new step -
a new journey, a new page in my book,
a new leaf flourishing on my tree.

I smile, and nod,
and realize that I've grown older and up,
that I'm no longer a child,
that I'm almost out of my teens,
my Peter Pan story now fully flawed.

The thought of growing older scares me,
the idea of staying young is only worse,
I'm sick of hearing life steam by,
of seeing it disappear faster than I can grasp on,
of wasting half away before I can get my degree!

Time, though, has a way of slowing down,
of resting on a pin's head,
of breathing in between the heart beats,
Time has a way of pulling us back in,
just before life flings it back around.

I'm tired of being nervous and quick to excite,
of counting down the days,
and waiting near the door for it to arrive,
I'm tired of being patient for it to come to me,
I'd rather pounce on it in delight.

I'm no longer going to stand idly by,
I'm going to enjoy my flourishing tree,
enjoy my own evolving story,
of grasping onto fleeting dreams;
so my life can soar and fly.