Why is adulthood being pushed on me...?
I still want to be free...
Oh, how I wish the onus of life away...
To be the dreamy little girl again...
The splendours of colurs and marvellous tales...
The running and jumping and silly little games...
Fascinated by everything, inspired by anyone...
Fresh with ideas and ready with laughter...
No problems of weight gain or loss for that matter...
Not conscious of my looks or the crumple of my gown...
Mud and water made friends with my hands...
Food and latter of all buddies shared...
Mischief always lurking around the corner...
Spontaneous with evil and easy with trouble...
New languages, new place, new friends no problem...
Questions fired without mercy, answers always triggering the next...
Why is adulthood being pushed on me...?
I still want to be free...
Oh, how I wish the onus of life away...
To be the dreamy little girl again...
1 comment:
if only we can go back to time eh...life where there is no thinkin to do..i wish so...;)
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