Growing Up

Growing up
What are we supposed to see, to feel, to meet
Growing up
What are we supposed to miss, to keep, to leave

When it hurts
It hurts me
When it hurts
Still hurts every time
One leaves, one ceases

Growing up
How are we supposed to give, to take, collate
Growing up
How are we supposed to love, to breath, to be
When it hurts
It hurts me
When it hurts
Still hurts every time
We fall and we crawl

Can anybody tell me
Can anybody tell me
Can anybody help me
How to
What to do
Can anybody tell me

Denizens of the deep
Drifters of the current
Where do we go
Where do we seek?
If not
Within
Within me
Within you
Within me
Within you

-Rara Sekar