What happened to the games?
What happend to the giggles?
At what point do we grow up?
And when do we become corrupt?

The answer is simple, life is a cup
We play and laugh until one day we thrist.
As we get older, we keep drinking
Until we see the bottom, and our minds burst.

What lies on the bottom, scares us
We become filled a with a greater lust.
The craving for knowledge eats us alive
Until our inner child escapes it's hive

So why rush your age?
Keep your imagination in a cage
And keep your cup filled
Or one day your inner child will be killed