dear little boy
Sitting at the window seal staring at the blue sky.
The breeze coming through just peeking by.
I was thinking how could life be so slow and laid back then,
and then change in just a blink of an eye.
Now life feels so fast,
no time to sit down, and relax,
no time to feed my fish
no time to ride my bike
no time to build forts
and just live life.
I always thought being an adult would be great. New freedoms and being a big boy!
But it’s comes with responsibility that just piles up on top of you and you have to find ways to get down from that immense mountain.
I just wish I could go back to the old days where everything was simple and easy!
Without a care in the world and infinite sleep.
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