told me once;
You are very immature for your age
you don't have any experience
on any adult level
I hate when someone tells
me something bad
that I feel in myself
to be true
I lose all my answers
in an empty silence then...
-'Push me further will you!' -I beg
-'I want to be an adult too!' -like you
Sophisticated and secure
I want to know how to read
all those difficult letters
I get in my mail now and then
All those long numbers, accounts
and strange words
will you teach me how to love
these things?
I'm left embarrassed
and I cant admit;
All I think about
are sharp coloured things
soft fussy objects
and small big pockets
to put my hand in...
But can I be an adult
this way?
Someone intellectual
told me once;
You are very mature for your age
You have a lot of experience
on a different level
I love when someone tells
me something good
that I feel in myself
is true
I win back all my answers
I had lost then...
-'Push me lower will you!' -I beg
-'I want to be a child too!' -like you
unsophisticated but yet secure
I want to know how to appreciate
all the sharp coloured things
all the soft fussy objects
and small big pockets
to put my hand in...
will you teach me how to love
these things?
I want to be an adult
this way