Growing Pains?

Youthfulness, exuberance; gone by the way side.
A little more serious eyes, a little less half smiles.
Still snappy sharp movements like you're talking with your body.
But you traded in the naivety, for calmness practiced thoroughly.
Do you miss who you used to be, do you like who you are?
What's it like being in the light and how often do you feel you're in the dark?
Are there answers all the time, do you ever settle for nothing?
Do you take your time knowing it will come, do you leave to find something?
Tell me what it's like, I stay up too late trying.
Say it's not because I'm too shy and so I'm confident you're not lying.
You don't have much more but extra years, a lot more dawns to dusk.
I know you tried keeping busy then cause wasting time aint bad luck.
Is there another trick to falling asleep than pretending your eyes are pillows?
I gave that one away and likely in vain and now I can't catch the throws,
the twists and turns take too much and even the dreams come to shake.
When I wake up I'm in a panic like I'm dreaming but there's more at stake
cause it aint no dream and the simple easy slips out of my hands
and I end up sleeping through the day when I have the chance to change.
So is it getting used to being me or should I be looking elsewhere entirely?
Cause the night never tells me, never says a word,
and I'm out here getting cold by I fire I don't know how much longer I can keep from dying.