Growing up.

Happy or Sad
With no shades of gray
I finally realized
why I feel this way
I'm not a kid
This is a child at play.

Wise and Mature,
As well I may be
When it comes to the heart
There is an infant in me.

I have to grow up
And be well understood
Of the lessons I've learnt
That've taught me the good.

Wise and Mature,
I will be, I will be
When I grow up
In shades of gray I will see.