The Essence Of Who I Am

I think i’m aging backwards 

My birth was my demise 

The clock was ticking forward

But my thoughts were all but wise 

I just hope when I die that i’ll be a child for once

Frolicking through the hills laughing and not caring 

I wasn’t taught to be a child 

I was made with an old soul

I always wished I could be loud and obnoxious like my friends 

Because they looked so happy 

I just always wanted to be happy

But maybe that’s a good thing

I can turn this around 

Because a childhood is only for 18 years

Where I’ve got 80 of adulthood where I can learn to laugh out loud 

M.A.P

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