I remember when We got bored of our childhood
Rush to grow up and then long to be children again.
While we tread the path to adulthood's uncertain start,
We find that sometimes things fall apart.
The dreams we held so close, now in fragments lay,
Yet we learn to pick up the pieces, day by day.

Responsibilities weigh heavy on our shoulder,
As the world grows colder, and we grow older.
now we long to rewind, to the days we can't find.
We yearn to be children again.