we all grow up someday-

much has left from home at dawn

and i watched them go

and had i known

had i known

and there's a pinch of loathe

in what is now

of me and her and him and us

and to how we are

but not much has changed

from the dawns before

cuz i'd always slept

from night to noon

but cuz i know

that the time is up

i grieve what's lost

from days i slept

and with earnest eyes

like birds take flight

I see them go

as if havens had flood

and although misplaced

this pain is real

cuz amidst these blessings

what was big for me

was to you nothing more

than a childhood memory

image mine.