Barely lasting a second

I used to wish to grow up quickly.
I felt so small in my own skin.
Like a princess locked far away.
I wanted to be someone else.
Sailor Moon with her strong powers.
Superman with his super strength.
But I realised that true strength,
wasn't about extraordinary powers.

Or being an adult.
Sometimes, adults are the weakest.

When I grew up, I wished that I didn't.
Adulthood was unexpectedly ugly.
I wanted Peter Pan to whisk me away.
But I never found that second star to the right.
Neverland only exists in our innocence.
It isn't a place for run aways.
Because Time doesn't wait for do overs.
But the future is yet to be made.
And the present barely lasts a second.