So, here it comes,
Another day, another death.
I feel myself falling,
There's only maturity left.
It's not something that I asked for,
It was never even planned,
I've been this way for ever.
Much like a grain of sand.
There wasn't time to be a child.
Problems all came at once.
Now I look back on those past years,
And count the mere months.
I'm nineteen this month,
Twenty in just over a year.
It saddens me to think,
That my childhood will disappear.
I've been an adult for too long,
Now times ticking,I wish that would change.
It's to late to be immature...
I wish my childhood could remain.
Just a few more years,
That's all that I would need.
Get the built up immaturity out.
On play and games I'd feed.
I know that it's too late.
I'm a adult now.
Responsibilities are in many,
And I don't want to cause a row.
I just regret being this way,
Not joining in, not having fun.
Hindsight a horrible thing.
A bitter song that must be sung.

©Odd