Why did I want to grow up?
Why do any of us thrive on aging when so young?
Why, when so innocent distrust began?
Always told "too little" and "young" to have fun,
Just to mature to be told it's wrong?
Honesty is all we knew, then learned how to lie.
Born is to die, laugh is to cry.
Words **** more than bullets...
...remember acting like a cowboy to the fullest?
Wrote dreams for reality to crush,
Inner child fades to dust.
Adult? or soulless prisoner?