I never really grew up
as the years passed by.
I was stuck
in my own lullaby.
When I find these people
all grave and serious,
I just want to be carefree
but they get furious.

No I’m not stupid
nor am I dumb,
I’m just a little quirky
and a little curious.

Is it so difficult
for them to understand,
Man is just a child
stretched over in time?
Why can’t I be myself?
Why can’t I be free?
Why do I have to be a part of
this society, and it’s tragedy?