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Through the schoolyard running as shadows grow long
and the late day sun feeling warm and strong

I'm loving this vision that I am seeing
of children at play and as one in being

They illustrate just how life ought to flow
with effortless laughter and faces aglow

One day they shall look back at these very times
and perhaps write them down while grasping for rhymes

I think I'm in need of someone to say
that in spite all of this everything is okay

But I feel like I'm trapped in some miserable cult
which summarizes perfectly being an adult

We've lost something, each of us, since we were small
If life were a pitcher, it threw us a curveball

As I watch all these children, so happy and free
in joyful oblivion to the world I see

It's clear now that it was too bitter a cup
to drink for the sake of being grownup

I traded my childhood for what I've become
the cruel reality has stricken me dumb

I never saw coming my innocence lost
Never knew of a line I unwittingly crossed

No refunds are given, no way to return
this one-way transaction continues to burn

If I could have seen a sign or a door
or a clear way to know what I was in for

Behind is where I would have chosen to stay
And right now I'd be one of these children at play

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