Childhood is a riddle

Sometimes it’s a mess

From primary, high, and middle

There is something I must confess

Life is something vast

Which seems to last forever

But goes by extremely fast

There is something, however

You never need to grow up

Many do, though

When you no longer stand-up

Is when your spirit starts to go

You only grow up when you choose to

Which is one thing I refuse, through and through