Life was fine when I was a little boy,
Innocent and still my mummas boy,
I was pleased even with a simple toy,
It’s different now, I don’t know why.
Everything changes, why do we grow up?
So much pressure, I can’t even cope up.
Is this life worth living I ask myself?
If this continues, one day I’ll blast myself.
Why everything is so stagnant,
Why happiness is not constant,
Why everybody is so impatient,
Why materials are more important.
I have to die every movement like a coward,
Going backward instead of moving forward,
My voice so feeble, they can’t hear my word,
Dreams broken, I wanted to fly like a bird.
Given a choice I want to be a child again,
Holding mummas hand, walking to school on the narrow lane.
Laughing heartily and enjoying my self playing in the rain,
To paint me with new colors, come back once again.
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