I will be submitting a blog post to the brilliant Zusterschap in good time, but for now I leave you with this little aptly named piece.
Growing up is finding yourself when you never thought you were lost
Growing up is taking control no matter what the cost
Growing up is seeing your reflection and realising upon inspection
That growing up is nothing more than dignified deflection
Growing up is looking down and counting lucky stars
Growing up is over our heads and rationing our hearts
Growing up can never dream, with even sleep a thoughtless stream
Growing up is nothing more than a weary child the world made sore
Growing up is taking us to places undiscovered
Growing up is saying no despite the will of others
Growing up is not so bad, makes sense when you believe
That growing up is nothing more than all the years you’ve seen
Walking hand in hand throughout the life you’re yet to lead.