Growing Young
Monumental ideas
This childish mind drowning in solutions
It is encouraged at first
But its days are close to an end
Outgrowing the trips to the fair
Still believing in my childish aspirations
I am introduced to a new faire
Hoping that my dreams will be accepted
"This is not practical"
And so it retreats
Feeling the pressures to provide
The only option is to be laissez
As the days blend
But the world moves ahead
My neglected childish dreams want to contend
Desperate to take the rules and bend
Unleashed to fulfill its dreams
Caution to the jet stream
Where will it take me?
The world may soon see
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