Grayscale

Why couldn't I be like that?

A little boy, playing in the sun

And chasing butterflies...?

Knew I shall grow up one day

Like everybody else

And I feared the sun would stop

Smiling back at me...

Why do children grow up?

Is it necessary to learn to lie?

To fake smiles, to wear masks?

To get lost in the rigmaroles

That life offers aplenty?

To hear about 'being a good person'

And not being one, but still growing up?

To write songs about love

And lend them to the most undeserving?

To consider your mother a burden

Whose absence had once meant darkness?

I'm the greediest person in the world

'Cause I wish to have the biggest treasure....

The days that sped way too fast...

I want to lose balance and fall

From my little bicycle again....

I want my father to bear my weight

On his shoulders, singing unmelodious songs

I wish to get awed staring at the rainbows

Instead of knowing every scientific explanation

I wish to fall, get hurt, and cry

'Cause only then can I see a world

That is full of beautiful things

And beautiful things only....

I am tired of watching people

Play with hearts, time, money,

Body, relations, truths....

It was more fun

Playing with twigs, damp sand and mud.....