I am an adult With a child's face In the right time In the wrong place.

Grown up inside Still progressing on the out I am what I am There are no doubts

Look at my face What do you see? "A child" you say I laugh "he he"

"You are too wise to be a child" "And have been to many miles" "I am what I am" And I shily smile.

I've grown up to fast Yet am growing to slow Boy oh boy How do I know!?

Because the wrinkles of wisdom Have already come And the wrinkles of time Are not yet done.

~~Morgan~~

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