Forced

Once painted on the walls,

of our minds,

which are now plastered,

with rumours and prejudice.

Once they were,

memories of yesterday.

The lack of fear,

height of imagination,

power of friendship,

taste of freedom.

We are,

as people,

then forced to grow,

to grow up,

and grow old.

Something we may not want to do.

Living now,

in this time.

I'd like to stay,

here,

now,

forever.