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I’m trapped
I’m caged
I’m in a daze
All these days go by slowly
I feel so lowly
I’m waitin’ for that release
Younger wanting to be olderOlder wanting to be youngChild wishing to be biggerBigger wishing to be thinner.Teen wanting a clearer faceClearer face wanting a better bodyPeople lamenting bad hair days
I always thought time went by slowIt felt like my first 30 years took 60 years Everything just felt like it moved at a snail’s pace
Outside, it was miserable and rainy:
A cold day in November.
I held the photo against the lamp
On a dark day in November.
It was old, blurry and grainy,
But enough to make me remember.
Growing.
Most may say that it relates to one's height,
but it's much more than what you can physically see with your sight.
Growing.
It leads to more maturity.
I remember like yesterday, the year 2002,
At three years old, there was so much I never knew.
I thought DisneyWorld was on a cloud in the sky,
Her love is a warm and unconditional gift, I cherish her heart, knowing it’ll never shift. She kisses me goodnight and tells me goodbye, Her voice is my favorite lullaby. My heart ached when I had to leave, But I yearn for the phone calls that I
She withstood the pain of bringing me to this world,
she held me close, but at that time, I didn't know what for.
She heard me when I said my first words,
who knew she'd forever keep it in her mind on record?
Photographers capture a moment in time,
Each little movement in orderly rhyme.
From nature to people, photos aren't the same,
From color to black, photos are never plain.
Memories are made with one little click,
Every year;
You'll grow one year older.
You'll be more mature;
And you'll be much bolder.
There is a special time;
In every person's life;
To experience something new;
Life after college, it’s such a blur.
Paying off loans and doing work.
Falling in love along the way.
Exploring new places, doing new things.
Trying escargot in Frances Paris.
