The end of childhood came gradually, or was it very fast?
Thinking about it, my responsibilities slowly grew,
and even though I knew it wouldn’t last,
before I realized I was walking I flew.
My childish beliefs, fears, and grudges vanished from my present mind,
suddenly existing only within memories that evoke nostalgia and regret.
Thoughts of realism replaced those of the ideal kind,
even those I am loath to forget.
Although I sadly relinquished these thoughts and desires,
I am who I was, refined through a forge, not purged through fires.