infinitely halfway

I want to grow up but I don’t.

But I do

but I don’t.

But lucky for me I don’t have to make that decision.

I’m forced to grow up whether I like it or not.

Lucky for me?

Maybe not,

but at least someone else

is making that choice for me.

I guess?

Well, I guess it’s time to be an adult.

But wait! No! I can't, I'm only 15! I’m just a kid!

And I’m still expected to act like an adult?

How about I act my age? Is that good enough for any adult anymore

Maybe I should grow up,

or maybe I shouldn’t.

But maybe growing up is about choosing a dream

and sticking with it.

Yet I feel this life is too short

to even begin to have a dream.

I want to do this and that,

and go here and there.

I want to do everything

and be everything.

I want to be the best,

the worst,

and everything in between.

I want to work ten different jobs,

and live ten different lives.

But I’m stuck

in this short life

expected to do

one thing

for the rest of it.

And I’m expected

to know what I want to do

right now.

When I’m told to act like an adult

but enjoy my teenage years

at the same time,

what do I choose?