Life is moving by all too quickly,

My childhood is slipping through my fingers.

So many “lasts” are occurring,

I’m watching it all fade away.

No more first days,

No more Christmases at home.

Everyone is moving on to something new,

Going on dates,

Getting accepted to college,

Hanging out with people they’ve known

But haven’t tried to talk to before.

Everything is good,

But yet everything is different.

I want to move on to bigger and better,

But yet I want to stay in my friends’ lives

And be with them.

Life is moving by all too quickly,

Yet not quick enough.