Too Fast

Anyone else miss those times?

The times when we used to argue,

but only about how much we dare each other.

None of this "arguing about how to save money".

No arguments about what we do wrong.

None.

Even the simple enjoyment of having animal crackers.

Please, tell me, why did everything get so complex?

Every person still has a child waiting to play.

The child has been put off too fast.

This child is waiting to have fun.

You are waiting to have fun.

but, no.

We cannot have that.

Because everything had to change

too fast.

The End

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