When I look at the sea,
The waves, the sand, the palm tree
I don’t feel the calm inside
All I see is the nearing end
I know to it .. there is a shore,
Because I am a kid no more ..
I see the ground under my feet,
There’s no feel to it but heat.
It doesn’t feel like running around,
And I stay back A.C bound.
All seems like a daily chore
Because I am a kid no more ..
I watch it as it rains
From the window, spell bound
Afraid to go out and get drenched
All I do, is turn around ..
The rain seems like a tale of yore
Because I am a kid no more ..
Oh, grow up why I had to
The sleep is not sound,
The sky not a bound,
The fun is not around,
Not Anymore, Not Anymore ..
All Because I am a kid no more ..!
That, I guess, is the most touching stuff you have written in a long time. And, it sounds so innocent.
All I can suggest is to turn around, and no, not to the rain, for sure. Ah! I wish.
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