These, were the days of our stolen youth, that we’d almost forgotten about, but not quite. We were forced, to leave our youths behind, because the demands of adulthood are coming at us all, threatening that if we don’t grow up quick, then, we will NEVER know what would happen to us in the futures.
this, is the ideals of what childhood “looks” like…
Days of our stolen youth, remember how we were able to, just fall asleep, on a warm spring day, underneath that old sycamore in the neighborhood, and follow that Rabbit down his hole, and managed to, conquer the kingdom of hearts, with Alice’s help? Of course not, and, W-H-O, is Alice, is she, one of our best friends in childhood? How come I have absolutely NO recollection whatsoever of who she is???
on a leisurely summer’s day…
Days of our stolen youth, we will never have them back again, and, after those days were stolen from us, we can only mourn, for the death, of our selves, and, no matter how much we cried, screamed, or shouted aloud, we will NEVER, get it back again!!! And what’s worse, we may in turn, become those god DAMN adults who stole children’s innocence away too, well, some of us would, while others??? Well, WE would have MORE self-control, to NOT impose the ABUSE and NEGLECT we’d endured, ONTO our own young, but the number of us in that “category”, well, we’re, reduced in numbers here…
and, don’t they all look happy AND free? and, woudln’t you want to grow up like that, well, you’d lost your chances to, but don’t DEPRIVE your own young of it!!!
Days of our stolen youth, we can’t go after those god DAMN thieves, as they’re still way too big, way too much of a bully, for us to take down, and so, we can only pick on those who are lesser, who can’t have a way of fighting back!
Life, the Obstacle Course 