Never Growing Up
I thought I had realized that I had grown up
When the people stopped expecting me to play
No longer invited to outside chalk games
No more running out in the rain
I had grown up when no one thought I wanted to play
When joyful highs where now left behind for serious tones
And gray clothes all worn by all the other clones.
I had not grown up though
I was falling
I was expectation but I was not growing
I was not grown at all
I was a false set of bored eyes
With a wild spirit
No I had truly grown up the moment
When someone told me who I was
How I should be
What they thought
Where I was going
And I no longer cared
I am grown because I realize
That we never really grow up
Our spirits want play
We want the joy that never grown old
We never grow up
Wake up
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