-Grow up believing you're gonna change the world,
And you lose faith in your humanity.

-Grow up believing you're gonna become something meaningful,
And you lose sight of what that meant, in a plight to find your calling by trying to draw meaning out of every meaningless thing.

-Grow up with a crush on Peter Pan,
And you end up a late bloomer attracted only to 'boys' who are boys in all the wrong ways and the half-starved-feminine types, for reasons which couldn't possibly be sexual.

-Grow up daydreaming,
And your scepticism towards dreams has driven them away from off your pillow forever.

-Grow up seeking lonely roof tops,
And you're forever trying to surround yourself with people to drive away the dissapointment of all those lonelinesses never having done anything for you...
And you're avoiding starry skies like you avoid an old frined you never bothered to keep in touch with; because the awkwardness of not knowing what to say, even after having been so close once.

-Grow up wanting to grow into Amalthea,
And you become something dark-goth, in mourning of the innocence and puirty that never stood a chance.

-Grow up not believing you'll ever grow up,
And you don't, even though you do.

Standing at this crossroads, jet-lag from the disilusionment still lingerring, is a kid. And they keep telling him/her, already (not a moment to lose), that apparently he/she's got his/her whole life ahead of him/her.

I've got my whole life ahead of me
And I'm terrified because I don't know what to do with it.


The world's your oyster. Have it raw.
And if it make's us sick, maybe we can get our money back.

I am not sad.