When I was child
Four or five
Innocent
But not wise
Talkative and beloved
Was cherished
By Everyone
Led to all the roads
By my finger held
In some
Strong palm
But
I wanted
To grow older
Be my own master
Live the life
Filled of all the colours
Ultimately
Guess what
I grew up
It wasn't easy
It was not
about the mastery
when I was Mere a child
Could not
Know that
I couldn't be free
Of my responsibilities
Disabilities
My faults
Could go
Brighter than ever
I had to prove
To the world
Now
I am clever
Had to earn
Had to learn
All the wishes
Can't come true
You can't fill
Your canvas
With all your favourites
There are
Drop scenes
Of every Delusion
Of every childhood wish
You can't fly
You can't be the master
Of your own sky.
Worries take over you
Greed comes too
Needs don't spare you
You have to run
Be the one
Among all
Flowing in the flow
Its a bubble that burst
To the point
You curse
That I wished
To grow old
To be bold
To be master
But at the end
Its slavery
Of misery...
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