How you view me ever shifts.
One to stay when the flowers bloom,
Willingly leaves pertinent a coming doom.
Love was a riddle oh so tough,
Not a place where a child just laughs.
Too many meanings, too many judges,
Yet being the nicest ends you up last.
Innocence in its brilliance,
Also in its folly.
It lets you stay happy,
Yet yearns to be more.
Maturity was a curse,
A sticky farce.
Said the adult was fun,
All we got was none.
Adults are really kids,
Who learnt to live.
Yet us as kids,
Choose to push them aside.
Whether lucky or not,
It is not our choosing.
What makes the difference,
Is the thought to start something moving!
Stay with those you love,
Or cry for what you lost.
Live for youself,
Or weep when they become past ghosts.
Life is a big mystery,
A simple complexity.
Now how i wonder,
Is the world out there.
