Growing up

Innocence

A cover

To history untold

Waiting to unfold



That was a child



Chaos

Broken self-control

A tale finally begun

One chapter of laughter and fun



Days

Flying like the wind

Ceaseless trail of images

None too important to the child



Pages run through with little meaning

No words were needed

Little story called for

A mere platora of meaningless colors



When childhood fades

And experience grows

meaning is given

And teenhood comes



A calling to mature