The busy streets of adulthood

The busy streets of adulthood is flooded with cars

The traffic goes by and next thing you know, you see the stars

The busy streets of adulthood you wished to be as a kid

Time flies by and you wish it didn't

The busy streets of adulthood, oh how life is so grand

I wish i could go back to where i had nothing planned!

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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