Lately I was not feeling like myself
The scraps of silence that I put on show has never been my mannerism
But now it seems like an idiosyncrasy
Am I,what the adults say, growing up?
Gone is that fraction of me that used to dance with the rain,
Gone is that fraction of me that used to laugh with the moon,
Gone is that fraction of me that used to sing with the trees
That fraction of me that used to try to reach the stars.

A little too late, the obvious revelation hit me,
I have been warned with the tales of its monstrosity.
Life as we...