Displaced

Sitting here wishing I was a kid again,

Back in the days of little rascal,
When the only problems were girl clubs, cooties and raffles

But now stress is weighing me down,
Drowning me in adult fiascos

Learning to balance the smiles
The struggles being a constant battle

Life is on tackle

I don't know how to break this cycle
Creativity on lock mode
Feening for revival

Frustrated with the strain of my cortex being at maximum

Trifecta of intelligence, ipseity  and stamina
 
Needs....responsibilities...engulf the kindred soul within me

Oh back in the days of senseless liberations

When happiness came from ice cream and playgrounds

Where fear was only a word with no true meaning, no honest feeling

Because they were always engulfed
By the responsible being

If only

I was a kid again