What's my age again?

Maybe I am five

for all I want is chocolate and cotton candy

and running around freely

forgetting my worries.

But my worries are weighty,

though my choices aren't plenty

and I lack wisdom to contemplate

I must be twelve.

Factually I am nineteen.

With education being the most important thing

With never enough shoes and clothes

and my future will be as I shape it.

But I have given up on love

of almost lovers and horse riding princes

I am sceptical.

I must be twenty-five.

Though I must say, there are

So much expectations

So much responsibilities

So much anger in my heart

Ah.

I must be forty.

0536 hours (02/08/11)