Call me an adult. But not an adult as enough adult.
I. For I say a prayer and let the evil times roll in. Because God never advertised his 30 minute show up policy.
II. For living like a tide. And there are days when the moon is full and has an uncontrollable pull.
III. For I wait and then wait more for the right time. And then watch it passes by, elegantly, without my consent.
IV. For breathing life into monsters. And then complaining why he destroyed everything once again.
V. For changing the world. But not as much as the world changing me as an adult.
