Growin Up

Strange...strange feelings.Strange thoughts.I guess this is growing up. The way i see it you are unique as long as you are young.You can be easily spoted in a group and instantly be given the adjective "interesting" in times of youth...As a good good friend said "now..life seems to be fast forwarded with its volume turned down". It feels like madness , you live for your past and only fantasize about your future , there is no room for the present.You are stuck in a room and like a cliche medieval trap its walls drag themselves inward slowly but surely.For the fuck of it fate spraypainted a smiley face on each wall just to add a little bit of irony in your psychological decent.The walls are now sealed and you die.As in a cabalistic reincarnation, 2 eyes open in a dull world of so called responsabilities wich are a job , a family , a car , aniversaries and so on.You will not have the time for letting your imagination run wild , learn as many things as you can , improve everything about you.These will slowly stop.Evolution is fictive. There is no point in fighting it.Growing up is inevitable.Try and stop it and you ll most likely end up in an insane asilum.