as life takes its toll I notice i'm growing old.
this world expects me to become an adult
except i will always be a child at heart.
why wont this world just let me live a free
to play among the trees, jump in puddles, feel the breeze.
but time is money they say, so they strip my liberty
exert rules & laws so i have to work through menopause.
what has become of me? i cant seem to fit that frame,
the cookie cutter mold i always tend to break.
this child inside is star-bright, patiently waiting to ignite
eagerly waiting to revive, the magic in me that's been denied
when, is a question with a bitter end, as time i will transcend
Now has always been the perfect moment for anything.
now i feel my inner child yearning, burning, returning
to the forefront of my self, to live the life I've been sent here to experience
where can i nest? so i can rest & be my best, for this life is a quest
trial and error is the key to learning & growing any mystery into mastery
my energy is vital, a light with mission & aim, is part of the game.
dreams hone my vision. driven to be made manifest beyond tradition.
who are you child? can we work together and set us free
from this cruel world? can we inspire creativity?
a way of life to purity, with games& play, to engage responsibility
the ability to respond to what i believe in, is vital to Win.
