In every class,
Every place,
There is a child that's oddly quiet.
As the child grows up, they begin to change,
Growing more and more distant from reality.
They sit there emotionlessly,
Living their dream life in their own universe.
It's quite sad others can't see it.
Sometimes, imagination dissapears along with childhood innocence.
A child that can't play is no longer a child.
Some children are smarter than adults
That's why people belittle them.
They can't stand the thought of someone being superior to them.
Be a child as long as you can.
You'll regret it if you don't.
Wrote this during geography class
