Did I grow up, when I realized,
That my parents are not perfect, but flawed too,
They are like others, and have committed their share of crime.
Or did I grow up, when I learned,
Those teachers were not there to help me learn,
But to collect their monthly salary in time.
Did I grow up, when I realized,
That God does not listen to my fancies,
For I fancied a jumbo crayon set, but it did not materialize.
Or did I grow up, when I learned,
How stupid the Idea of god listening to my fancies was,
While thousands die famished, hunger burning in their eyes.
Did I grow up, when I realized,
That life does not serve each the same platter,
One gets meat, while the other hardly any rice.
Or did I grow up, when I learned,
That there is no yin and yang, nor black and white,
Only different shades of gray-some dark, some bright.
Did I grow up, when I realized,
That friends were not friends, but mere acquaintances,
Many go without a notice, as many more come by.
Or did grow up, when I learned,
That I was, but a matter of chance,
And had no existential purpose attached to my life.
Did I grow up? I hope I didn't,
For I am still far from perfect,
Miles behind from where I want to be.
Do I want to grow up? No, I don't,
For once you grow up, there is not much left,
You must wither down to make room for the next.
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