Logic dictates that we must escape, The shackles of youth and mature with age, But who can decide when we have matured enough? Surely we all have a part of us that needs to remind us of the fun, We had when we were young.
The first time we found love, finding the music of our life. Memories that takes us back to a moment when we were happy. Maturity is a good thing, but so is immaturity sometimes. Do what you love, all hobbies are good. The older we get the more we love the way thing used to be.
Become what they expect you to be, Between the hours of nine and five; But an evening of your life is yours to do with as you please. Find someone you love and if they feel the same way, They will accept you are young at heart And they will accept your immaturity.