GROWNG UP.

We slowly die from the time we are born.

As children we stress to see make-believe;

We torture ourselves when youth comes around,

And take in what's felt and best to be sound:

Without knowing the whys and wherefores

The seeds are set for the future score.

By manhood the seeds of belief are in bloom-

Narrow and open minds to choose;

One of those you don't know

Has set the path for you to grow,

On a mental show case of worldly ways

We chance our thoughts to get appraise,

No matter what work place or time of day:

Being led by the systems plays;

Then that sudden feeling one fails to lose,

Is to do things in a child's shoes-

To keep yourself quietly amused,

Because as a child

That was naturally you.