Times goes by and yet I am frozen still
All I love seems to fade into the past
Life is a task that requires a will
So why is it that our joy comes last?
We hurry into a world of careers
Kids already know what they want to be
All I wish for now is my childhood years
Times where I felt I could truly be me
We chain ourselves with social pressure
“Likes” grant us the validation we seek
Comparison is not how we measure
Living for others approval is bleak
We are the authors of our own story
Write your own tale and bask in its glory
