Because I’m old now and I don’t paint rainbow pictures anymore.
Is it too late to dream?
Because my bones ache and I don’t skip merrily across the borders anymore.
Life got too tiring,
I got tired of falling,
Of eating necessarily right
I even stopped going to the gym.
I’ve filled up my journal with to-do lists,
And now I’m too lazy to buy a new one-
Maybe it’s because I know I’d just fill it up yet again-
To-do lists that never get checked.
Why have I been too lazy to dream? I ask my self.
When did I lose my rose coloured glasses?
When did I grow ‘too’ up?