7 March 2013
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
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