Don't Grow Up, It's a Trap

Never allow yourself to be shaped by what the world is and what people tell you... Keep dreaming, sometimes dreams do come true... And dreams are for all ages

I used to think dreams were just for the children
Closing your eyes it's all you had to do
And in an instant,
transition to the world of your making
Where all was perfect
A world where you were king
The impossible became possible
I was happy
But when I grew up
Reality struck and my eyes opened
Slowly my perfect world faded
In this new world
People killed each other for money
One starved to death while the other died of obesity
You had to know the boss to have employment
Justice was served cold
On a cold shoulder to those who couldn't afford it
All I saw were thieves in suits
Yet those in prison were hopeless men striving to survive
It was cruel
And painful to be
But that was reality
So when the time came
I was forced to make a choice
To grow up and face the 'reality'
For dreaming is just for the children
I chose...
To never grow up.

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

M.K., your title is a poem itself. And, you've captured what adults know so well. Perhaps its conformity. We're shaped so much more by the world's demands than our own nature. Growing up means surrendering your identity, or so it often seems. A poem the young should certainly read and adults should honor. Full of truth!

[mcceewrites]

M.K. this poem is very beautiful and very relatable. I can definitely say I agree with the message you are conveying here!