fearful of growing up, afraid to let go a childhood that is comforting, that not necessarily was there for me before, but is there now, not wanting to grow up and face reality in the face, realize the responsibilities and guilts and consequences then again it's only another day, another year, nothing really changes, or at least that's what it should be paths not taken roads whose exit signs came up just a little too late not soon enough the gas pedal too far down the brake pedal too far across i was there a couple holding hands walking to the rock back from tech going to the lakefill going to harris i made this so long ago 6 years running you know who you are to me i don't feel as bad remembering that, those times, at least i had those times