When We Were Not Kids

When we were kids,
Everything seems simplistic.
Spending hours with a piece of plastic
When we were kids.
No need to worry. Nothing to guilty.
The moral shades different entirely.
When we were kids,
Everything is simplistic.

But we were not kids,
To realize life is not like a dream journey.
Pleasure is guilty. Obstacle hits tidally.
But we were not kids
To fight it with a sword made of plastic.
A gradient of decision seems sarcastic.
But we were not kids.
Let’s make life more than a dream journey.

*-*

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s