Grown.
I can't stay young forever.
I am not Peter Pan.
I am just a man.
Life creeps on
and on,
forcing us to go.
I want to turn back.
Run. Hide. Run. Hide.
But time moves forward,
and with it so must I.
There is no more magic.
No more fairy tales to hold onto.
The dreams have ended
and with them my youth has gone.
I am just a man.
A sad, old man.
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