Too grown for home I know,

Too small for dreams I envision

Jammed between 8 to 5 daily

Carving rocks and paving paths

No step is little to take, I move

 

I became a man before the age

Witness pretty things peers eye

Some I could have, yet I do not

I weigh choices against values

It is nice, I take what suits me

 

I have set goals for growth sake

I disciplined my hunger & desires

Split my grains into seeds & meals

Feed the brain & groom outlooks

Sculpting myself into my desirable

 

I have values money cannot buy,

Except for all materialisms it can

Now, losing time chasing salaries

Living fast on slow paced growth

I stopped aging, I count years now