Majority knows best!





Slow down child
You skip and you slip 
without a care in the world
You swish and you sway
and say all your thoughts out loud
You shouldn't be so happy
You should carry some worry

Slow down child
lest you meet your fall 
We were once young like you, you know
we thought we knew it all
But life will shake you up good, it will
show you who's who in the larger scale of things
You shouldn't be so full of hope

Slow down child 
you will get your heart broken
It may seem like it's for forever right now 
but we can tell you it won't last
Haven't you heard it said,
"All good things come to an end"?
Don't you dare trust fully

Slow down child
follow the pre-defined steps
There's a reason why these things are in place;
Majority knows best
There's no need to fix what isn't broken
or make better what's working fine
Try to not be so adventurous

Slow down child
You risk and you believe
trying to shape your own way
You question and you doubt
and want to try everything out
keep your head down and try to fit in
Don't try to stand out, it will only do you in

Slow down child.
We know what's best for you
Slow down child.








Comments

  1. Maria Nabatanzi20 February 2017 at 16:59

    Didn't want to listen but they were right----->"Slow down child
    lest you meet your fall
    We were once young like you, you know
    we thought we knew it all
    But life will shake you up good, it will
    show you who's who in the larger scale of things
    You shouldn't be so full of hope"

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  2. Kullein22 February 2017 at 20:34

    Hahaha just don't believe everything. You should always be full of hope...

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