coming of age...30

i see u looking at me
afraid of being left behind
traces of gray shining from your crown
you touch them with wonder
i think they make you look wise
except for when you're eating double stuffed oreo's
you've daydreamed about this day
white picked fences included
i loved your fantasies
i realize reality is too much for you to bare
so i'll spare you those tales
but maybe you knew Santa wasn't real
you were focused on so much more
staring at the future me
this isn't a feeling i suppose
but more like...acceptance
all things in time must grow
you've had your shine
danced in the light of a million beams
careless
leaving toys all about
someone's got to clean this up
but don't get me wrong
we can still be friends
i just can't play any more.