Broken Wings

I don't wanna grow up.

Ever.

I don't wanna be bounded by chains in the corporate world, a little shrimp in the sea of lobsters.

I don't wanna be asked questions I cannot answer. Go ask my parents, if you will. They will know, like they always do.

I don't wanna be responsible. Its a word adults should speak of, and leave me free from.

I don't wanna bother about anything beyond what I am eating for lunch. The future may be near but I may not live to see it.

Someone set me free.

Or simply stop time from moving.

The world is a big scary place.

And now, I stand alone.