You close your eyes and can only see the wonders the world may bring to you.
And suddenly you’re struck with reality that you want everyone to be involved too.
But momma tells you, “You’re just a kid and you’re still young.”,
And you ask yourself, “Is it too much to ask everyone to get along?”
You grow old and get more mature.
Suddenly you see old people, still immature.
Your mind still nags you to continue your dream,
But life’s pressure from work and money hold to you like a grim.
Success welcomes you and money rolls in.
You start to get blind with every thing you’ve seen.
The questions unanswered, voiding your mind,
Now you’re no different, not one of a kind.
As you become richer, you become so obsessed.
You hoard on material things like someone who’s possessed.
People you love and cherish leave.
Hearts full of regret, emotions full of grief.
Uhm. This is unfortunate. ╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻ LOL No. I wrote this last Sunday night. –while I was on duty. XD I cannot control my thoughts sometimes. Hihi.
I feel this is vague but yeah, I get it. I hope you do too. (◡ ‿ ◡ ✿)