City For The Lost: Just A Boy

Monday, December 25, 2006

Just A Boy
I'm but just a boy, a boy in denial, not wanting to grow up. But it seems almost impossible. Out of a sudden, i find myself being the technical support (when I'm almost a hardware idiot), being the mediater, being the messenger, being the counsellor, being the guardian, being the doctor, being the translater, being the clerk, being the alarm clock, being the planner, being the organiser, being the artist, being the artisan, being the carpenter, being the banker, being the broker, being the runner boy, being the stress reliever, being the punching bag, being many things of which many i have no idea of. When did this roles fall onto me? Why me? Have it occurred to people that it is sometimes very hard and tiring to be so many things at once?

I'm but just a boy, barely a man, in denial, not wanting to grow up. Pass me the fairy dust and let me soar again. Let me go back to Neverneverland.
found it @ 9:59 PM
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