When we were young we had so much time that we didn't know what to do.
We played games.
Watched endless cartoons.
Exploring was such a fun thing to do.
We could sit the whole day just playing with imagination; from dinosaurs to spaceships to bombs to monsters.
Now that we've all grown up,
We complain and complain that there isn't enough time
Dreaming of the future becomes a scary thing
Nonsensical talk is deemed to be retard.
We uncovered the ugly side of the real world;
A world where clouds aren't cotton candies and houses don't taste sweet.
How I wish I could be a child all over again.
I wish I could place my trust in you again.
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