Childish is no term of degradation
It's a noble way to be
For with maturity comes stagnation
And a muddled mind indeed
Maturity is not appealing
When seen through innocent eyes
It comes with training, loss of feeling
For the proper have things to hide
They'll fill you up with images
Of what one needs to be
And like malignant hemorrhages
It's something you don't need
That's why I'll live, until I die
In triumph and with pride
Because no matter how they try
I'll always be a child inside
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