Happy and carefree
Oblivious to the troubles of the world
Its innocence is contagious
Making men and women wish for it
The child is not young
It's only trapped in the body of an old pod
They won't see that, or will they?
They ask the pod to grow
And earn and take responsibilities far too much for it
It never was the child's fault
It didn't ask to be brought to this world
When all these gets too much for it, it starts breaking
And the pod becomes a shell; nothing but a shell!
The child finds a hiding place deep in the recess of the pod's mind
Want to know when it comes out?
When do children come out to play!?