I can't shake the feeling
That time is passing too quickly,
I don't jump in puddles anymore.
Some may say it's no big deal,
"It happens to every being"
But time is passing too quickly,
For me to feel at home.
Maybe I feel too deeply,
Maybe I should flow freely
But I've never felt like a child more.
I can't find my footing
In this big, bag world that's demeaning;
Prowling at lunging at younglings,
Tearing apart your heart-strings
And you are supposed to bear it
As if you've lived this life before.
And I am supposed to live this,
The time that's passing too quickly
But I eant to be a little kid,
Chasing butterflies, feeling giddy.
Please take me back a decade ago.
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 1:26 PM UTC
I can't shake the feeling
That time is passing too quickly,
I don't jump in puddles anymore.
Some may say it's no big deal,
"It happens to every being"
But time is passing too quickly,
For me to feel at home.
Maybe I feel too deeply,
Maybe I should flow freely
But I've never felt like a child more.
I can't find my footing
In this big, bag world that's demeaning;
Prowling at lunging at younglings,
Tearing apart your heart-strings
And you are supposed to bear it
As if you've lived this life before.
And I am supposed to live this,
The time that's passing too quickly
But I eant to be a little kid,
Chasing butterflies, feeling giddy.
Please take me back a decade ago.
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