Into Smithereens [c o m p l e t e]

• Old •

By the time I grow up old,
A lot of responsibilities are unfold.
Some circumstances I wasn't told.
I wish my life could be put on hold.
I feel that my happiness is being sold.
I must be tough and extremely bold.
I'll miss my childhood that was pure gold,
When I played or around a table I rolled.

I'll miss playing in the fresh air
When we sat there to play truth or dare?
Playing with my small brown teddy bear
Not knowing the difference between a circle and a square.
A genuine smile is the best thing I could wear.
Being sad was something rare.
My heart was no one's to tear.
My dream was to become old and be a billionaire.

Now I sit in the balcony in the afternoon,
And at night staring there at the moon.
I'll be judged watching any kind of cartoon,
Or flying my kite or holding a balloon.

It's now time to quit playing and rest,
Like a bird sitting down in her nest.
I've went east and I've went west.
Everything I thought was my best.