I fear one day I'll forget to use the right side of my brain
I won't like puppy dogs or candy corn or dancing in the rain
I won't be able to do a cartwheel or when I eat my food, ask for more
I won't dress up for Halloween and see Christmas as a chore
I won't have time for netflix or to simply just relax
Fun would be a home goods store and counting out the tax
Forget the birthday money and not caring what I spent
I'd have to work a full time job and worry about paying rent
I might have an office job where I truly loathe the boss
I'd keep saying that I'd quit but know if I did then I'd be lost
I'd find temporary joy in looking at the pictures from my past
I'd decide what were the good old days and grow pain from yearning to go back
Now don't get the idea that I fear growing up, although what I've said may fit it
I just know that if I don't do it right, I'll hate the things that come with it
