My eyes fill with wonder as tears shed for my youth. Adulthood's upon me, I must take my place - maturity and responsibility linking forever. I wish I had known not to grow up so quickly. To let nature work without help, but youth is impatient and I constanting pushed without thought of restraint. So adulthood's upon me, its clung to my life, its forbearance a force in itself. I must live my days now with priority and goals, but I guess there are worse things to do. In thankful maturity, it has finally caught up and seems like a benefit I missed. It's the summer of my life and hit me with truth, and now I see reality and not dreams. I hope I may never lose all my dreams, but learn to make them all real. As a clear headed thinker I believe this can be done, with purpose and new fortitude.