Never grown up

My tiny fingers hold on
so tight, as my mother
kisses me good night,
and the light
in the corner
keeps me from the dark,
the endless joy
of bouncing in my airplane,
which my parents hung
on the door frame,
the feeling of might
when sat in my high chair,
everything so far below,
the first day of school
and meeting new people,
friends who I will always
remember even when I never
see them again,
the good days.

Now i'm 17, with so many
decisions to make,
which will shape my future,
and the girl I love
but who i'm gunna have
to get used to seeing
less often when I go
to university,
endless pressure
endless stress
endless worry,
I wish i'd never grown up.