All of us grow up different
Some, in castles, enlightened by heroic lores
And some, in households supported by petty chores
No young child feels less than a monarch though
The reason being their tenderly naive soul
This is how it is to grow old
This is how it starts, your tale that is to be told
I often wonder about this wonder of life
And the way it changes girls and guys
From souls so gullible, they just wanna fly
To bodies so exhausted by chasing the highs
In the end, just ask yourself
If you're happy or there's more to thrive
But don't rush towards the answer just yet
Since growing up is your daily school
That will eventually help you decide.
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