Not what you think

Sometimes its possible to make too much, out of too little.
It seems that I am often guilty of this. I make assumptions freely, jumping from conclusion to conclusion, like a child on a playground.
I wanna be king of the monkey bars and lord of the hill... but like every playground in America, there are bigger kids, and faster kids. Perhaps it is time I left behind my playschool past, and moved to a college world.
I may never stop being a child; but I can still act my age from time to time.

* I have been putting off this post, becuase I think most people won't understand it... yet sometimes it doesn't matter who understands you, as long as you say something.