Just Kids

 Just Kids 

(Inspired by Aldous Huxley's Brave New World) 

Being a grown up sucks 
I want to go back
being a kid was great
yeah it really did smack

all things were possible 
Not a worry at all
It didnt ever hurt
not even a big fall

a scraped knee or bruised elbow 
were your worries for the day
dont talk back to mom 
for fear of being locked away

5 minutes felt like an hour 
& all things felt brand new
remember school shoppin? 
Getting a new shirt or new shoe?

I wanna be just kids
forever and always please 
"GROW UP' in a strained voice 
we laugh and say "oh jeez"

Are they all just jealous 
or is it fear I smell 
for when we leave the cave
we know where they will dwell

your shadow is just behind you 
your neck you must strain
for the pain is temporary 
& your brain you must train

For everything can be lost 
& Everything you can gain
dont do it for the power or money
do it to keep yourself sane

They will continue chipping away
your sanity they wish to hold
but just stay long enough
do not be afraid to fold

Even though they have the chips
a new asshole they try to rip 
But dont leave your seat
do not move those feet

its the royal flush they fear
its the royal flush youre near 
so order another cold beer
grab that wheel and steer

Cause you're in control 
of your own life
dont let them threaten
your kids or your wife 

Just find that child like
picturesque and a bike
that you need to free 
yourmind from the buzz
& be like a bee 
to run your hive 
finally again child like 
& more importantly alive 

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