No
teachers to fear,
No exams
to appear,
No
rules to adhere,
With
no tests to clear!
Ah such
sweet a reverie we wove,
Of
life’s fair little treasure cove!
But alas
innocent dreams of yore,
All
gone awfully sore,
Is
this what we grew up for?
Is
this what we grew up for?
Life’s
path, our choice
In decisions
to rejoice,
No
burden to oblige
None
but the self as guide
Oh but
we knew not,
The
other side of life’s knots!
A
lightning bolt in verity begot,
Life’s
turns not ever in ways it aught,
Is
this the brutal scary plot?
Is
this the brutal scary plot?
Appease
him, appease her,
Hitches
and hurt to never deter,
Walking
on life’s tight high rope,
With
moments of joy, often of hope,
But
the seldom fall,
Oh
the great big fall, never yet banal!
Brings
along the misery appall,
While
we just mull,
Is
growing up truly worth it at all?
Is
growing up truly worth it at all?
