It starts
with the little things
the long car rides
the you're never too old
and the new generation
I look back
when they say
I'm just a kid
I crinkle my nose
and narrow my eyes
as they look at me
I wonder
if they enjoy little things
the all nighters
the wishful
the benefit of the doubt
I shake my head at them\
knowing
it was very unlikely
they look down at me
small minded
and irrational
they don't think like me
because if they did
they would not
look down at me
and
call me
"Just a kid"
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 10:12 AM UTC
It starts
with the little things
the long car rides
the you're never too old
and the new generation
I look back
when they say
I'm just a kid
I crinkle my nose
and narrow my eyes
as they look at me
I wonder
if they enjoy little things
the all nighters
the wishful
the benefit of the doubt
I shake my head at them\
knowing
it was very unlikely
they look down at me
small minded
and irrational
they don't think like me
because if they did
they would not
look down at me
and
call me
"Just a kid"
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