I wonder how people face their demons’ daily
Without the next person having the slightest idea
I wonder how they are able to have them under control
So they do not consume them
I wonder if selfless people know what true joy is.
Little children I see run along the street
Screams and excitement fill their naïve souls
Makes me wish those screams from their voices were mine to scream
That I still have my naïve soul not poisoned by the cruelty of this world
If there had been a book on how adulthood is like.
One to tell us as little children the perfect pictured portrayed us ain’t perfect afterall.
And how we should have never been eager about being an adult
One to tell us you make more than a hundred choices a day
Each one if not thoughtfully made, may result us in the depth of misery and regrets.