All around me are grownup children
Acting out
And doing nothing
One night after
The other
Unaware of what may come
With no care for the future
Or Desires
Laying in emotional beds of
Barbed wires
Often though it is best we stay
Grownup children
For the things we
Cannot change
Makes us weary adults
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