Today I remembered something that I seemed to lost realization of. Every day leads to another, and another, and another, and they pile up, and they add up, and sooner than later, a month has passed. A month that leads to another, and several others. And then the start of the year that has been far too long away.
This isn't about me not taking advantage of my time, having fun before I look back and regret not doing so. This is about me not caring about that. I want to get up and get out as soon as possible. And I found that North Star to guide me there, but time is holding me back from all I want to do.
I feel like a kid too short to ride the most amusing ride at the carnival. I feel like all those days of putting on my mothers coats and heels were a crystal ball to the future.

I just cant wait to grow up.
"Oh, I just can't wait to be king!"