@Bun 22 August 2020

Growing up

As a child I never cared about what really goes on in the world How could I when the loosing teeth's open gates in my mouth Playing in dirt and dealing with struggles of pronouncing words The joy and happiness was like a cloak that covers my soul It made me invincible to cruelty of adult lives Growing up and am drenched in the worries of how to be responsible Does it hurt to say I don't want to I remember running around in the glory of my nakedness Not caring who and what is watching or not Now I can't stare at my naked self without telling me to go get my pants My friends and I would fight one minute and be laughing the next Now we can't even talk or hang Growing up is the nemesis of all things fun It washes away the shores of childhood and hit you with the hammer of being matured Bending us to the ever flowing current of life And you only end when you finally drown Or you keep drifting the blackhole of confusion Spinning for ever in our perplexed state While in essence, if can just don't care So is it harmful to say growing is the birth of all our problems