Foggy nose-print, cold wet window
Water streaming on the pane
Mommy, mommy when will I be
When will I be all grown up?
Thunder booming, lightning flashes
Years streaming down the drain
Mommy, mommy when will I be
When will I be all grown up?
High heels clopping, puddles splashing
Runny makeup leaves a stain
Mommy, mommy when will I be
When will I be all grown up?
Under blankets, mindless shivers
Waiting for the storm to wane
Mommy, mommy when will I be
When will I be all grown up?
Long day over, still apartment
Living in adult mundane
Mommy, mommy when will I be
When will I be all grown up?
The Wisdom of Gavroche 
I wonder if we ever really grow up and if we do what we must forfeit to make that claim?
Hmm, very Peter Pan of you.