When we were young,
There was a bright white of freedom
Anything was possible, there were no limits to our imaginations.
Everything was something else,
We had no cares in the world,
No thoughts of what would come in the near future.
But as we grow older,
We become prisoners,
Bound in chains of realization,
That childish things are no longer acceptable.
We have no desire of imagining the unthinkable anymore,
Where has our freedom of the mind vanished to?
