I’m an adult, but I still feel like a kid playing house.
Is it always gonna be this way?
Chasing a dream before I’m fully grown as I age into dust.
Sometimes I think too old
And sometimes I act too young
Every time I tear down one rule, another becomes set in stone.
The barriers in my mind are occasionally too rigid.
Yet it’s easy to trust someone too much or too little.
I want to play and run, not rust and moulder.
I want to enjoy this moment because I don’t know if the next is coming.
I want to be free
Free of “me”
Free to be.
I look at the good fortune in my life.
It’s beautiful.
Why do I get so sad?
Because I keep thinking it’s not enough.
Yet would it ever be?
Cause if I myself am tried and convicted so by a jury of one,
would anything ever be enough?
God, I’m so serious.
Dedicated to a mental frown
Predispositioned to a quick smile
I love the joy found in creativity
Perhaps there is my solace.