A Bundle Of Contradictions

What happened to those days? Days of fun, days of joy, How did they really disappear? Will they ever reappear?
It’s like a car’s taking a nasty turn, It’s like we’re in for a scarring burn; Yet all of us are the ones, who are on the brink, It’s like if we jump off the cliff, We might sink, Deep into the ocean; Or even better, we might soar into the air, Floating towards the sun; We don’t know what’s scarier;
Some of us are forced upon, Some of us aren’t, We don’t know what is more oppressive; Confusion has coiled around us in a web; It’s like if we’re on the brink, It’s like we’re standing at the edge of a cliff, If we fall, we might sink, Into the deep, dark ocean…
This is a tenderer age, Far more delicate than childhood, Passions rise and fall, Just like the temperature; This is the stage of rebel, Or is it the stage to be restrained?
Some are controlled like canaries in a cage, Some are let out like wild crows oh-so-savage;  It’s maddening, You don’t know what to think You don’t know what to say,
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I have written about maturity before.
However, that post was written about a year ago. My thoughts, emotions were different then. I was less sober, I talked without really processing the words that escaped from my mouth and I got hurt easily.  Now, as I reflect on the word 'maturity', I don't think it is acting like a grown up person. I think it's being an adult.  When you're at this stage where I am, you are neither a child nor a grown up. You are in between. Some people of my age go on acting like they are kids (like me, for instance) while there are others who start acting like they're stuck up and way too grown up. Last year, if you would've asked me whether one should have had a little childish streak, then I would've unhesitatingly answered yes. But now when you ask me the very same question, I'd say this:  Never lose touch with your childhood. As you grow, as you graduate to newer things, people and places, you can't simply act like a ki…