I Guess I'm That Much Closer...

~I apologize in advance, this is rambling mostly.~

Boredom is the gift.
Everyday is so annoying.
Monotonous activity.
And nothing changes.

Well, I don't know if I can say what my life is like.
But trying is best.
It's nice, really.
I complain too much, I really have it good.

First five years.
No memory.
OK...
Six to ten, then.

Learning.
Building.
Playing.
No concept of course of whats to come.

That's what all children are like.
Eleven, twelve.
Concept of reality.
You are bigger in comparison.
So why is the world bigger too?

Thirteen.
Wasted emotion, puppy love, playing still.
Done learning, really.
Demons, memories, haunting.
Kids shouldn't deal with that.

Fourteen, fifteen.
Real love?
No, it doesn't last.
Death, misery.
Everyone around is so sad

You couldn't care less.
Heartless? Yes, I suppose.
Sixteen, fun is the only way.
No more love. Just lust.
All things that come with hormones.
You fell for love again, fool.

Seventeen, what comes next?
More lust?
I believe so.
Maybe some clarity.
The world has always been a little blurry.