My daddy says that life comes at you fast. We all like blades of grass. We come to prime and in time we just wither away. And it all changes. My view with a looking glass won’t catch the past only photographs remind us of the passing of days. Nothing stays the same from yesteryears. See I recall being afraid of the dark and holding on to teddy bears. I’d wrap myself in blankets just to cover me from fears that was then and now I’m here and the night is mine. So hear me scream I was too young to understand what it means I couldnt wait til I could be seventeen. I thought he lied when he said take my time to dream, now I wish I could freeze the time at seventeen. My mother said dont forget where you come from, where you’ve been always keep your closest friends they cant slip away. They keep you grounded keep yourself surrounded with good advice and I guess that sounded nice when I was ten but never were there truer words in all my days. I’ve ever heard and when she told me little girl the answer is love so those are the words that I keep with me, though the seasons change so quickly keep them buried in my heart and never fought. Happy Birthday to me.
