i here by officially tender my resignation an adult;
i have decided i would like to accept the responsibility of an 8-yrs old again;
i want to sail stick across a fresh mid purple and make ripples with rocks.
i want to think meat-pies are better than money because we can eat them,
i want to lie under a big oak tree, fixing a tent under it, wining and dinning with my friends.
i want to have the view of los-angeles and thinking it a four star lunch house.
i like to return to a time when life was simple, when all i knew were colors, multiplication tables and nursery rhymes and poems, but that's not a bother to me because you don't know what you don't know.
all i knew was to be happy because i was blissfully unaware of all the things that should make me worry or upset.
i want to think the world is fair, that every one is honest and living good without sin;
i like to believe that all things are possible, i want to be oblivious to the complexities of life, and be over excited about little things again;
i don't want my days to be consistent of computer crashes, struggling to get money, depressing news on how to survive more days than there is money in the bank, doctors bills gossiping illness, and loss of love ones.
i want to believe in the power of love, kind words and the freedom to make paper boat flow on water during rain fall.
so here is my credit card and my car key and all my responsibilities as an adult i'm officially resigning from adult hood, and if you wanna discuss further you will have to catch me first because 'tag you are'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem