Layers of emotions

Be a grown-up, they said.
But I will never be.
I am trying, but never fail to fall into this pond of carelessness.

Be mature and think wisely, I heard.
Thousands of times - ringing in my ears.
But I will never be.
Because I can't stop repeating what I've been doing.

Where are you going?
What are you looking at?

Surface of all these leaves regrets -
regrets that you've already mapped out,
un-plannedly.

Just another day.
Looking at one's eye shrinks the love that I thought I've always had.

It could just be this day.