I want to keep my inner child alive The more mature I become, the faster he dies I want to keep his wonder in my eyes As my curiosity blurs along with time
Who he is, is getting harder to define Losing his small hand's grip from mine Maturation is going to make me blind The vibrancy of my colours subsides
His childish traits are falling back inside The outside world and him do not coincide Hardening my heart that use to be kind Leaving with his pieces that use to be mine
He retreats to the corners of my mind Burying himself in memories of time Because that is where his happiness lies In my childhood when the world was wide
I place myself behind too many lines Building a box using all the right signs Growing up into expectations assigned Resorting to a life so simplified