We start out as innocents
Not really giving a care in the world
We just want to play, laugh and love
Somehow we lose it
Some where along the line, life happens
It just happens
And we don’t even know it
And we start to care about the wrong things
And by the time we do realise it, it’s too late.
How did we get here?
How did we lose our point of being?
Photo: Fine Art America