Children

Children!
Save your haste for another day
You'll need it much more then.
You wait and wait and wait and hurry
To be all grown up like us
But don't let our height and cars fool you!
The pains you feel at night in your legs
Expanding and growing toward maturity
Are but specks compared to the sharpness
Of the knives stuck into the hearts of children-no-more.
They are twisted and angled
Until all of the veins are wrap't round tight
And we are trap't!
Every beat we feel not excitement for tomorrow
But pleading for the end in which the bleeding ceases.

Dear children!
Don't hurry to learn
For it comes with a price
Your ignorance means innocence
And innocence means happiness
And with experience comes happiness no more!