growing

"on your back with your racks as the stacks are your load"

Sometimes I wonder why when we are children we want to grow up so badly. We try so hard to be the best and reach for the stars when really the stars aren't all that bright. I wish I took my time finding those stars because now that I've landed I want nothing more than to disappear into the sky. Between phone bills, health insurance, jobs, schooling, and car payments, becoming an adult seems like the last thing I want to do. I'm not ready to take that step. I'm too young to take that step. Please let me go back to the ground. I don't want the stars anymore.