If I could tell

you what time meant to me, I wouldn't know how to describe it.
When I'm sitting in class, I hope for it to fly.
But at the end of the day, I take time and think.
I really don't want to grow old.
I really don't.
And most teens are ready to be twenty one.
But I'm not even ready to be sixteen.
And I will in a little more than a week.
I'm not ready for the future even though I've planned it out.
But most plans don't even work out.
Not for you and your friends.
Or for mine and I.
So, if I could tell you what time meant to mean, I would just tell you
I think.
I think of time and what it does to me.