Growing Up

What have I done?
I've just moved on
Past the arcs of memories
And into the sun.

The rays block my view
of what there is to come.
As I slowly move forward
what is done is done.

Time makes me forget
of the pain that I had.
And I eager look forward
squinting and reaching
for what there is in store.

Where are my bread crumbs?
Where have they gone?
They marked the path to memory
and what I've already done.

Did I move forward to fast?
Or did I miss the train,
As I was growing older
you grew more in pain.

But I must kept moving on
Standing still causes a fear
of being ambiguous and
you can only move forward into the sun.

Didn't you know that?
Or were the rules on clear.
The older you grow, the older
you appear.

It was not a trick, life
was not meant to cut you.
It's how you handle your fears
that life gave to you.