Page for English B

The instructor said,
Go home and write
A page tonight
And let that page come out of you-
Then, it will be true.

My thoughts are all jumbled.
I can't think straight.
My knowledge is not vast enough,
To grace this page.
I'm simply young,
Not wise,
And barely cool.
My brain is not accustomed to being of any use.
I stroll through the same park,
Aimlessly wandering.
I sit on the same swing,
Going up and then down.
Reaching for the sky but failing to touch.
I sit on the same bench...
I sit and i write.

How am i supposed to know exactly what is true?
When i still can't manage to bask in my youth.
My time is falling, dropping, slipping
Out of my hands, i try to pull it back
But i watch as it splashes on the page.
The paper soaks it up, enjoying it more than i ever did.
I miss it's dancing, laughing and joy.
I yearn for it's beauty, energy and coy.
Maybe my youth wasn't what was keeping me from discovering my wisdom.
Maybe my mind could have grown and developed all along?
So will my page drink up all my childish wonders?

Since i am young... it will be young.
With a pinch of reason that has come with age.
You're so old.
Soon i will be too.
This is life.
Sometime i want to put life on pause,
And then there are time where i feel it wants to let go of me.
But i hold on to find the truth.
Life teaches me and i learn it's lessons.
It is old, experienced and wise.

This is my page for English B.