Growing Up


Full of innocence,
Living in a beautiful bliss
Knowing of one world
Where only love exist

In a fold of time,
Everything is wished away to the ignorance of the world
Always in such a hurry to grow up
But never really sure which way is up

No more bliss
Living in a world
Seemingly so upside-down
Understanding the silent struggle that's not so silent

Take a look back and wonder where all those moments went
In a fold of time,
You can no longer find who you once were;
In such a hurry to grow up

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