Growing Up

maybe it’s when you start to learn

the gray between the black and white

or that love is more than

tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

maybe it’s inevitability

and depression

and watching boring films on Saturday nights.

maybe it’s that moment your stomach drops

and you look at the world with dull eyes.

you cook vegetables you don’t like

and forget how to sing (badly).

maybe it isn’t responsibility;

maybe it’s just insanity.