Thought growing up would be gold
But it feels so cold.
Being told to grow up or grow old
Getting too bold.
Seeing the world unfold
Feels like to much to behold
The world isn’t as forgiving to be consoled
It's hard to withhold the borders that differentiate
Just getting scolded for things we didn't do
Taking the easy road doesn't help
After all there are bumps in the road
Ones that can't be controlled
The tales that are untold
But I guess I'm getting too bold
Now life's gotta get cold
-Momo
