Adulthood

Bills that tower mountains.
Debts carving canyons.
Worrisome thoughts provoking tears,
filling depths of seas.

Structures form around me.
Adulthood views as far as they eye can see.
Hidden in my pocket, a voice calls soft and sweet.

"Worry less my dearest friend.
Forget not, smell of lilacs on the breeze.
Spread your toes in greening grass.
Keep close your waining dreams.
Catch the morning sunrise.
Bathe in moonlight gleams.
Wish on stars,
reach out your arms,
to feel the rain that's cleansing."

As I go I make my way
down edged narrowed roads.
As we grow it's good to know
to keep the child close.
Maturing comes with knowing
to hold on to what's gold.

So worry less my dearest friend,
this is not the end.
Place the lessons in your pocket,
look to them now and then.
As you grow hold to you close,
the child that's within.