he asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up
but she could not reply
he kept on asking
but she wouldn't tell him
why
why she didn't want to be
she didn't want to grow up
but she had to
the white walls turned blue
and every night she cried as if
it were a cue
he kept asking, prying
trying to understand
she said she didn't want to grow up.
add some nitroglycerin to your tea
some lysergic to your sweets
the mirror became covered by cloth
and then he understood
that she was wrong in the head
because she grew up to be dead
