A child always loves to play, An adult learns life isn’t a game. As kids, we dream of growing up, Yet adults wish to be youth again. An adult was once a child with dreams, Full of wonder, hope, and schemes. But growing old, they come to see, Dreams may fade, and goals may shift free. Being a child is carefree and bright, Being an adult is a tiring fight, Since this world is a battleground, And our life is full of battle field. A child dreams of the impossible, An adult dreams is to attain wealth and peace. In a world that’s changing fast, We, as adults, feel lost— Losing the joy we once had as a child. Like kids at play, we wander, Lost in a forest of the unknown, Searching for the path we left behind, Hoping we sees the right path, To be safe and sound. — Astra_ink