To the End of the World

“To be or not to be” Shakespeare once wrote It’s a question no one can answer Plenty of pit falls consume this gift called life Threaten to choke out the glory with strife Hard to remember the times of youth Heavily obsessed by the act of “being and adult” The faintness of childhood still beckons Acting like the taste of water upon the tongue So what is the point to forget such glee? Why is the choice forced to be? Adulthood frightens, intimidates, curses Those who only wish to be free Free like the young Not bottled up with regret Free and thriving Never concerned with materialistic ideas The days of old now a distant memory The world has changed In your eyes you grow grey No longer avid for pleasures untold But believe that the world is still precious Keep close your child like self For things change and we change too omnia mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis