Five years old and living in an alternative land,

Creating a world just by sitting in the sand.

It’s all about the games and the magic powers

Never realizing the time passing by in hours.

Silly school songs are boring to my little old mind,

Because in the real world I’m nothing but blind.

Fifteen and the clocks have changed,

Everything following seams a little deranged.

School is harder than ever before,

And the second feel like hours from life being a bore.

Society is the impacter not the mind of my own,

Because if the needs are not met, I’m left all alone.

Twenty-five and all the weight is being carried on my own shoulder,

Because reality kicked in and it’s different for each beholder.

Finally being on my own is not what I used to dream.

Life’s not perfect like it used to seam.

With relationships to tie and a family to be,

Here I am drowning in my own little sea.

The children have left and will never return,

With the knowledge it took me fifty-five years to learn.

They lead to begin their own retched years

That will only end in buckets of tears.

Nothing is like it was in the beginning days,

In fact those times are stuck in a haze.