Time passes,
I grow up,
I realize that I have grown up.
I realize the reality,
I notice the suffering.
I see that many, perhaps,
they stayed a bit behind …
Perhaps this is why Moder says:
“Even if he hurts, before I die I grow up”.
It takes a certain maturity,
to understand that you have grown up.
It takes courage to face such suffering,
and, at times, finding ourselves so changed,
maybe, in the way you didn’t want to.
You know, maybe how some would want you to be,
and that’s what pisses you off:
is to become someone you don’t want,
and do it, almost necessarily.
But that’s life, I guess:
stay on the front line,
facing life,
and the difficulties,
one after the other.
But it is better to grow up,
so, you know,
you understand that you have moved on.
And today, I don’t know,
maybe I don’t even recognize anymore
who am I looking at in the mirror.
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