Before I was less caring

Always complaining

Even when things go my way

I expected better

More easier

Before I wanted to

Grow up faster

Do what I want

And be independent

But little that I knew

That being older

Independent

Is not as easy as it seems

To be at a time

But now I know better

Now I want to go back to

Those careless years

Where life was a game

School was easy as a joke

And all I had to do is

Clean my room

Look after

My little brother

And have fun

We strange people

Never satisfy with

What we got

Always looking for

Something that we want

Thing is

Ambition

Is not bad thing

Problem is exaggeration

Sweetness of what we want

Not need so much

We overlook

All consequences

We get there happy

But short lived