Slow Down

I was younger once
The world was bigger... or there was more in it.
Now I feel... perhaps i know more than i should
The younger we are... the older we have to grow

When I was younger (maybe not in age but in mind)
I used to love a girl
I used to love the idea of a girl

I saw this pedestal... and on top was the most beautiful, wholesome, sexy, wonderful, amazing, stunning woman.
I reached.
I think i reached it
But maybe i missed... and as I miss
I.. maybe i chipped away a bit of the pedestal
Maybe... grabbing at it... I might have scraped off too much
I dont know.

But after a few goes... the pedestal dosen't look the same.
It's kinda.... its shorter now...
I can reach it without even using my tip toes...
Suddenly... its not the same
i mean... its so easy now
and its so dirty.... grubby finger marks.... maybe

maybe
i should have...

....
waited ?