All grown up.

The windshield used to be dusty,
when you can not see what was ahead of you,
you were free,
you looked at it with your heart
and every inch-roll of the tires,
moved you, excited you.

But while it was dusty you wished it was clean.
And now that it is, you wished it was dusty.
You cannot stay forever on never-neverland.

Now they are nothing more than numbers.
and you wish it could atleast feel so much more.

Some days you think it does, but then again it was never the same.