I was once told never grow up,

Never let the innocent years go by

Always keep wishful thinking

Hold on to it all

Well?

What happen.

How the hell am I supposed to do this.

How am I supposed to be grown now?

Where was my mind when I was 5 and playing in the sand at the beach.

Why is it now flooded with so many worries I can barley breathe.

They truly weren’t joking when they said hold on

I guess my grip just wasn’t tight enough.