Growing Up

Creative you have been
Pushing you to win
Precious child, with a beautiful smile.
Time will not be one
To spoil all the fun
Nicotine on the creek, by god it feels so unique.
Youve grown to be mature
But youve never been less sure
The way you like to think, but its always to disagree
To be young would feel better now
Back to asking all your "hows"
Back to when you knew nothing, and it was safer that way