Oh how I miss my inner child. Oh how I long for my heart so mild. Oh how I want to go pro wild. They didn't warn me about adulthood. They didn't tell me one day I'd have to work for food. They didn't draw me lines between bad and good. I will always remember my friends, and how I didn't know some will come to dead ends. I will never forget my words and opposites, or when they said "write an essay, compose it!", "tell a story of your life, what it's made of, all the composites". I'm trying to figure how this helps me, I'm confused, it's no use. They say it takes a village, it's take what you want, pillage it!