With each day you may find yourself
taking a step further and feeling proud of yourself
When you look down to see your bare feet
maybe a size 2, not parallel to each other
inches by inches you move forward
not old enough to measure but
young enough to see others around you
growing and stepping further and further
You’ve learned your own speed
and flying down a highway as 2 tons
of metal seems like hell to you
You stumble for another time and decide
to stay and wait
All the others had to do was wait to grow
But they didn’t think
You’ve been puzzled and worried
scrambled and squashed
You looked up to see what you were trekking toward
as they all stared at their feet
careful with each step
Too careful to wonder why
You don’t want to continue forward
