What is it that makes us grow up.
What if we never do.
What if we like the same things we liked
and what if we don’t?
What if we wish we could do it all over
and what if we don’t?
Why would we spend the late late night looking at the stars, dreaming of what if
and knowing that possibilities aren’t better
but we still dream?
What if we were never meant to be
but we are still here?
Still listening, still seeing
Still not, still not
when do we give up?
When do we understand?
