A child looks onward as the grown-ups go on,
He sees the corruption in the world, and yet does nothing about it
The Grown-ups so diluted with their dreams of their child's future,
Forget to see the person he is now,
But he pays no mind, he has his own world,
A world in which he himself is in control, where he determines the outcomes,
He grows and grows, and soon he too is stuck focusing on his childs future,
Failing to see,
That he too is a grown-up now