Memories trickle down my spine.
Slipping from the back of my mind.
You want to see my world, NO its mine.
Digging and trashing for treasures not even I can find
Adulthood is creeping behind me sneakily like a fox
The big box trying to **** me in.
I don’t want to grow up, living life cup to cup
have you seen those blank stares.
these People who walk like machines
broken hopes and forgotten dreams.
This wont be me, stop tugging get your hands off!
Don’t you dare Scoff or spit your venomous words
You can call me absurd, but at least I am still alive
the spark hasn’t left my eye, I see the world full of light
I still want to grow up and be an astronaut or a knight
wearing armor of some sorts.
I don’t want to miss sleeping on the cot, or making forts.
A question I ask you to ask of me.
I’ll ask you to
Are we afraid of losing the past?
steping up to fast and dying before we have a future?
or are we more afraid of changing who we are, pushing ourselves just a step to far.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 7:35 AM UTC
Memories trickle down my spine.
Slipping from the back of my mind.
You want to see my world, NO its mine.
Digging and trashing for treasures not even I can find
Adulthood is creeping behind me sneakily like a fox
The big box trying to **** me in.
I don’t want to grow up, living life cup to cup
have you seen those blank stares.
these People who walk like machines
broken hopes and forgotten dreams.
This wont be me, stop tugging get your hands off!
Don’t you dare Scoff or spit your venomous words
You can call me absurd, but at least I am still alive
the spark hasn’t left my eye, I see the world full of light
I still want to grow up and be an astronaut or a knight
wearing armor of some sorts.
I don’t want to miss sleeping on the cot, or making forts.
A question I ask you to ask of me.
I’ll ask you to
Are we afraid of losing the past?
steping up to fast and dying before we have a future?
or are we more afraid of changing who we are, pushing ourselves just a step to far.