The Love and Horror Here

Now IS the Time For Childish Things

I'm sick of wasting my life,
Waiting to grow-up,
I'm not looking forward to,
Closing my eyes,
As my childhood slips away forever,
Or to the days where people ask me,
"Aren't you a little old to be doing that?"
I'm not ready to stop being a kid,
The time for childish things has not yet passed,
I will revel in my fantasies,
Make-believe all day long,
And never let my imagination go,
I'll keep it locked up in my head,
When it's not flowing across paper,
In inks of blacks and greens and purples,
Or inscribed upon paper lined with blue,
With pencil lead and sweat.
I never want to be that girl,
Who lets her imagination,
Just slip through her fingers,
Like an elusive creature from a fair tale.
That's not to say that,
I'll keep it all it myself,
And never share the rampant thoughts,
And fantasies in my mind,
But I couldn't let them escape either,
Leaving me with nothing,
Transforming me into another drone like everyone else.
I'll be just who I want,
And let everyone else grow up without me,
Because I'm not ready just now,
To let go of childish things,
Or imagination,
And perhaps I'll never grow up,
Just because I'm getting older,
Doesn't mean I can't still have fun