Growing Up

Sometimes, I see an image,

Of a planet in the galaxy,

It's a utopia no one has discovered in the universe except me,

Covered with lush green grass, having not a single tree,

I named it- Tiny Age,

it was beyond my dream or fantasy,

Then I felt to live here, I would need a company,

So, I planted a seed there and it grew up to be a young, beautiful tree,

I wished to always stay with it, never leaving tiny age,

but my teacher woke me up in class and asked to study,

What a curse it is to grow, and become a bit greedy,

to work more and more for that extra money,

When I went to bed, I was carried by the migratory birds in my dreams,

To my dear tiny age, to my dear magic tree,

To the place that reflects my childhood, to a place that makes me glee,

I don't wanna grow up and come out of this fantasy,

Of course, being a grown-up gives you advantage,

wherever you want you can flee,

less restrictions more duty,

but makes us as busy as a bumblebee,

No time for emotions, no time for being funny,

I don't wanna grow up, and come out of this fantasy...