A Child Into An Adult The way way back was just way simple Black or white areas No gray ones Zero or one No decimals For or against No circumstantial stance Adults and children Wisdom and foolishness Knowledge and ignorance Right and wrong All in the same breath With 'respectively' at the end The breath set in stone Now there is only gray Gray to sort out into black and white Now there are decimals On each side of 0.5, infintely many Now there are stances, there are situations Now adults act like children And children like adults The breath has lost 'respectively' And has just become the line of a mediocre poem But I say let us take freedom Freedom in the thought that nothing Nothing is written in stone And that we are what we are And it is freakin okay #poetry #comingOfAge
