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The life of kids,
Bliss for which I’ll swap mine in a jiffy,
Anything to escape my present reality,
Of endless bills and pressing responsibilities,
The bother of contrived propriety,
Plus the debilitating mental throb,
Incessant money worries bring to life’s party.
(Grey hairs are another story)
A trap it is, this adulthood thing,
Definitely not the resplendent picture,
Or the rosy promise, of means and absolute liberty,
For pursuits of wanton pleasure.
‘Tis no destination, but a one-way trip,
Travelled in perpetual pressure,
And not the fun, beautiful and desirous flight,
That growing up was hyped to be.