thoughts of a child

I think of stuff, using my mind
I remember things that happened far behind
Memories from the age of innocence
and thoughts of a naive child
I remember how I used to think
that I’ll live free when I grow up
that nothing would make me drop
and that the world is fair
that I’ll live happily ever after,
with an eternal smile on my face
with no one to order me
or no one to face
I'll buy myself whatever I please
I'll eat a 100 different kind of cheese
no home works and no studies
no problems and no deceptive buddies
I'll travel all around the world
in my private jet
I’ll buy the most expensive bird
and play with my childhood pet
and suddenly my mind stops,
Oops! I've grown up
my old, rusty, over used head
has just dropped dead
because now I'm in the real world,
where nothing stays up head.