I never thought, when I was young, that I’d forever be a child.
I kind of figured that the gap in time would just be reconciled
And all the years from childhood to adulthood would be connected
With the ageing process. But I’m a child – it’s not what I expected.
We’re all still children, so it seems, but can’t be children out of choice,
So we pretend to be grown up. We put on our most serious voice
And wear our adult masks, but really we’re just children cloaked in years
With no-one there to supervise or chase away our adult fears.


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