there is a time in your life,
when you’re fourteen,
and you think the world runs in black and white.
and then the world explodes in to colors
of first kisses, and first tough exams, and of course,
infield dirt and grass stains.
and those lines begin to blur,
as you learn that friends don’t always stay,
and laughs don’t last forever
seventeen, and you find yourself
looking in the mirror and wishing for change.
the only person who can save you is yourself.
supposedly an adult,
sitting in a dorm bed,
wondering who decided that you’re not a child anymore.
because today, the air smells like sunshine.
and with age, you learn that life is as perennial as the grass,
and you might as well live it.