Grown

Heaven knows, we psyche ourselves out

When we go, the pieces float about

I've seen things I didn't know about

But now a world is gone

That's how it goes, when you grow

Out of your clothes

How are things? A simple question rings

You say, "Good," it seems like you would

I'm good too, but really how are you?

There's no more I can do

But that's how it goes, you said long ago

We would grow

And we grow

Worlds and words, now just disappear

Not to say I don't like it here

There are things that I don't like to hear

We're not who we once were

I wasn't sure

Now I'm sure

I hope you're sure