Every thing was so good and fine,
When I was a young little child.
There was no hurry or worry,
I was satisfied with the dreams of mine.
I always enjoyed the tickling of wind,
Because I was not able to understand the reality of life.
I always dreamt of becoming something,
But now I feel I've got nothing.
Now reality is dawning on me,
And my happiness is losing its charm.
Endless struggles are getting on me,
And I feel like a helpless child.
Then I remember the old days of mine,
And feel why can't I be again the same young little child.
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I know it's kinda sad, but this is what reality is??
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