you make me view life, in a whole nother perspective. i feel like i'm in a classroom, being taught new objectives. taught to open my heart, and close my eyes. being taught which way the sun will come, times before the sun knew it could rise. speaking words that i hear daily, but at the same time something new. it's just like hymns, no one gets tired of hearing them bcuz they ring true. chiming in time, with the catholic morning belll. teaching me how to be better, when i'm already well. how can you touch a mind, with mere simple words? why now when reality is so near, that these things being said--i act like i've never heard. when all the while my nanny's been saying, you'll see--God will make a way somehow. why do i feel the need to mature suddenly, why now? is that the way the world works, starting at the last minute. for me to get captured in a wrinkle, never knowing i was always in it? you teach the truth--you teach me, that all isn't as it seems. yet when i ask a question you speak in riddles, what does it all mean? i know i ask questions that have been asked, time before i knew they existed. but i wanna know--just like soldiers wanna fight, joining a good cause to become enlisted. you're teaching me that the right way, may not always seem right to others. i've heard that just like i've heard all your words, but yet i cling to them waiting for another. bills--taxes--jobs--responsibility, i knew that it was comin'. but oh how my childhood flew by me so quickly, so that i could become a woman! my friends say things, and now they don't seem so off the wall. in fact i marvel at the way they put it, letting my heart rest assure dumbfounded--saying is that all? simple things--the little things, are the things that make life what it is. it doesn't matter about your past no disrespect, all that matters is if you've learned from what you and or your culture did. now i can't answer every question, cuz i'm still learning how to ask. meeting ppl everyday, waiting for 2 great minds to clash. so to all the ppl i said i'd call back, forgive me for all the time i spent. i started writing until it was time to call, but i don't know where the time went. but that's just how life goes, stressing us out--so we can get through the storm. like little babes inside their mothers saying, i'm learning time--and now it's time to be born. but why when all the time my nanny's been saying, you'll see--God will make a way somehow. why do i feel the need to mature suddenly, why----------why NOW?