Adulthood is bullshit
Hazy thoughts of childhood days so fresh in my mind, Dripping wet from nostalgic tears.
Splashing around in those sad,
created by many sadder adult years.
Hot wheel tricycle take me back,
back to that innocent place of simple grace,
where the smile on my face was harder to erase.
Where tears and fears felt out of place,
not like familiar friends I'm forced to embrace.
As time flowed on and new scars appeared,
I went from childishly innocent,
to angsty and weird,
from being afraid of the dark,
to preferring it to light,
here I am,
the so called
“grown up” man.
Adulthood is bullshit.