Running. Hurrying. Scrambling.
Away from you.
Done.
Living life the way you want me to.
Because my world is mine -
happily grey.
Contently growing up.
Letting go, moving on.
Slotting - where I want to be,
Who I wan to be,
Where I want to go
What I want to do.
And yours is strangely yours,
much like you.
Stuck in your rut
Holding on, grappling
where you wish you could be.
Contradiction.
Black and white.
I'm done trying.
You're you, I'm me.
Somewhere, grow up
For once, let it go.
You know as well as I do,
The twain shall never meet.
