Life

What is real life?

Are we really prepared for it?

Can we afront it?

Some times, I want to be bigger than now,

feel like I already grew up.

Other times; I just wanna be the children

that I was before.

One of my choises is posible,

the other no.

Is real life that unfair?

Or I just want to think it is?

Is real life that near?

Or I'm just pretending it is?

Picture: Pretending by bleuz in deviantart