Growing up

Surrounded by thousands of doors
I don’t know if I’m in or out
trapped or free
-and free for what?

For what?

Walking towards the unknown
tracks, left behind
can’t erase them
won’t go back

Cannot go back

Growing up is a painful matter
as it’s everything in life
I’m getting old and shattered
while becoming a man

Perhaps
becoming a man

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