Like A Child

(Written Just Before My 18th Birthday)

The time is near, to go our own ways.
We must hide the fears; no more will we play.
Are we ready to leave?
What do we believe?
Its one thing to grow old,
but must we do it alone?

I'm like a child, stepping into the unknown.
This world of the old- so full of scorn.
I just wanna go back.
Is that too much to ask?

Life was free of care; living for each moment.
Secrets and promises shared. Thus were days spent.
Can I wish upon a star?
Is Neverland really that far?
Being young is all I want.
Why is this wish so hard to grant?

I'm like a child, stepping into the unknown.
This world of the old- so full of scorn.
I just wanna go back.
Is that too much to ask?

What I see ahead; I wish i weren't here.
Growing old is a dread- my hidden fear.
Will I no longer be able?
My health be unstable?
I don't want the trials or responsibilities.
Where is joy in no friends or loved ones near me?

I'm like a child, stepping into the unknown.
This world of the old- so full of scorn.
I just wanna go back.
Is that too much to ask?