I don't want to grow up.
Growing up to be a person I despise is what I'm scared of.
I know who I am right now.
I enjoy colors, and games, and friends.
But what if I leave those things behind?
What if I leave the things I'm so fond of?
What if my friends become my enemies?
The people I play games with and that make me laugh.
I may get scrapes and cuts while playing but, is it not better with them around?
What if I forget to love colors?
What if everything and everyone one suddenly becomes grey?
They all try to fit in and never ever stay true to their favorite colors.
All masked by a thick cloud of sameness.
They'll all grow up and forget the colors that they once found so intriguing.
I don't want to forget.
Do adults play games?
Do they enjoy they're newfound life?
I know now while I'm a child that games are what makes excitement.
I play games when I get bored.
Make up games if I run out of things to play.
Do they make new things for adults to enjoy.
Games that I can't play unless I grow up and forget the games learned and made.
The games that make my life exciting and bring my friends and I close.
These are the times I wish for Neverland.
