Wise.

I suppose by then I would know
And it would seem clear as day
Why time seems to pass by
Every time I wish it'd wait
And just slowly scroll by
Just when I wish it'd run.

I am afraid that by then
I would know the things
I do not know now
The right choices
and the wrongs
The right people
And the greatest lessons.

And love,
I'm afraid I might realize
It isn't what I hoped it was at all.