What joy it is to be ignorant, Devoid of knowledge or simply the lack thereof . As a boy, I took pride in wanting to be grown, to finally be seen as more than a mouth to be fed, a voice to be heard. To own and indulge in the fine things of life, to wine without care- getting the gal of my choosing, to be an ideal youth . The older folks did a great job lying, putting on masks of content and satisfaction while drowning in this poo called adulthood. Carrying their burdens with no sweat, walking with heads held high at their lowest . Now, am one year older, not so much wiser than before, - besides the moustache and a few pubs down there I don't feel the high yet. If you ask me what I want now , A bloody time machine would come in handy A reset button, reruns of the times when the only complex thing on my plate was algebra. A chance to stay innocent once more , a boy who ate, shat, slept and didn't care if he was cool or not To a time when it wasn't so complicated, make believe families with no real commitment, match making with no hearts on the line Feeding and spending with no mental math, not calculating every choice made, steps taken with the belief that it's okay - but I've got to check my pulse and purse just to know if it's okay Am barely grown but I want to be a kid again 𝙷𝚘𝚠'𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 ?