When we were young we had no regrets,
Yet as we get older, we get consumed in them.
We focus on what we can do to improve,
Forgetting that we are a precious gem.
When we were young we had change,
But when we get older we lack the capacity.
We try to stay the same so people will like us,
And for ourselves, all we do is pity.
When we were young we saw fairies,
Dancing right in front of our eyes.
How does our innocence disappear so quickly,
And leave us with nothing but lies.
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