When we were young, we couldn't wait to grow up.
We admired the adults – their matureness and authority.
We had such ambitions and dreams of what our lives would be.
Now, as adults, we want to go back.
We admire children – their wonder and innocence.
Our ambitions never turn out to what we dreamed they would be.
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The B-Side
PoetryJust a collection of poems based off of some thoughts and, possibly, future characters.
