Child-Like – Day 314, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Child-like.
Getting old is not an option while I live through the wild-life.
In a world full of animals in a concrete jungle burning down while I,
Seek an escape through the only path that’s still intact.
The only path where joy is never found through a glass,
On the rocks while stung by the down pour.
The only path where you wouldn’t find a match,
Dragging you away from a course,
Where the weeds are cut,
In order to see snakes in grass you eliminate by force.
Child-like,
I shall remain regardless of what I must mow until the day I knock on Death’s door…