With growth comes knowledge not age when years pass, skinsheds, but nothing is learned there is no grow therefore no knowledge, reaching for age but young at mind I screamed for time to freeze loosen it's grip so that you could look around and see your surroundings, not learn thing as you stubble along an hopefully somewhere you'd find out the constant cushion was not going to be provided to ease your fall gradually the bubble that was your world was rudely about to burst into a wild jungle filled with animals that were knew to your sheltered vision but you reached for age, closed off your ears to the enlightenment of grounding educational words that slowly whispered then beacame shouts of are you there to am I doing this right books being read and yet you reach for age, with a desperate caution breath I regretfully began to let go still giving knowledge when walls surfaced save feathers from pillows to soften the blows from the harshness of the piece of life that was racing towards this sheltered being who could not wait for what looked like greener pastures trying to grow in so many ways but the one that matters most learn now for one can never be filled with to much knowledge hunger for it that way every time you fall you will never need pillows, arms, feathers, or even a voice to shout in the day can you hear me you will pick yourself up rise from the depth of whatever strength is left inside and find your way back with the stepping stones you built with growth through knowledge