A Confusing Thought

I have a

constant longing to live

I mean, to have the kind of teenage adventures I read in books,

To explore my city, however tiny It may be,

I’m constantly desperate not to waste my teenage years, not to throw away my youth,

But is my longing to live ruining the feelings I seek?

I reckon I should just stop thinking so much,

Anyways, only I can decide when I have to grow up,