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Mar 2014
As I've grown up I've been turning bitter.
Life isn't as easy as it once seemed.
You gotta go to school to get a job.
You gotta get a job to earn basic needs.
You gotta pay taxes to keep those needs.
Kids just have it so much better.

I remember being a kid, and not having a single worry on my mind.
I would just go outside and play, or grab the first thing I saw, and pretend it was something else.
A couch could become a fortress.
A blanket over your head was a secret hideout.
A twig could be the strongest of swords.
Every day was really an adventure.

Now that I'm 21 a couch is for resting after a hard day at work.
A blanket's only purpose is to keep you from the cold.
Twigs are something you step on without even noticing.
Every day is just another burden on our backs.

Can someone please tell me why is everything so dull now?
Why do we lose our sense of wonder?
Why can't I dance in the rain without worrying about catching a cold?
Why can't I get inside a cardborad box, and pretend it's a castle?

I'm sick of being a "grown up".
I wanna be a kid!
I want to be amazed by the colour of the flowers.
I want to feel afraid when it's stormy outside.
I want to play with a puppy because it's fluffy and playful.
I want to throw a tantrum when I don't get my way.

I shan't be the only one. Lets all be kids again!
Lets hide under the table.
Get scared of the monster who lurks in your closet.
Cry from time to time for no reason.
Use a night light when you go to bed.
Buy some toys, and play with them.
Eat cereal for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Feel like a total rebel for doing so on the couch.
Watch cartoons early in the morning with your pijamas on.
Try to stay awake all night, and fall asleep before 11.

Every time I see a kid, I just can't help to smile.
It's not because they're cute, but because I'm jealous of them.
They live without worries, without thinking of what will happen tomorrow.
I wish I could be like them.
I want to be a kid again.
Don't let your inner child ever die.
Krusty Aranda
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