Planning Futures

Let's Never Grow Old, You Said,
And I Agreed, All the While in my Head
I Formed a World Where we Were Juvenile
But Also Senile.
And We'll be Off to a Universe, Custom-Made,
Where No-one Rains on Our Crazy Parade.
And there shall be Sandboxes with Glow-in-the-Dark Sand
And Chocolate Cornflakes for Dinner.

All We Need to do Now, Is to Get There.
To Grow Up, so We Can Act Childish.

To Adulthood and Beyond, then. I know I'll see you there.

7 Comments:

  1. bornconfused said...
    im bad at wat???blogging???jani tho dint i tell u tat i dny lyk it but am trying it out????neway......
    ciao
    peace
    Stropko said...
    You forgot one thing. The ballpit room.

    And I think the guy who commented before me needs to take English 101 or something. Just maybe..

    But that being said, a juvenile senile world is definitely one I could stand to be in. The fact that you're there helps also. =)
    VelocityGirl (tm) said...
    @Oieshi,
    You're BAD-ASS. Not bad. Jeez.
    Although I'm rethinking that now. :D

    @Stropko,
    I couldn't think of anything to rhyme with pit.
    I am ashamed of it.
    By and by, I shall get better,
    Until then, Rhyming? Just do not let her.
    (rhyme)
    :D
    Anushka said...
    You nearly made me cry
    VelocityGirl (tm) said...
    Pray, why?


    I need to stop trying to rhyme.
    Karma Police will arrest me for literary crime.

    :D
    Safdar said...
    REALLY like it.
    VelocityGirl (tm) said...
    D'aww.

    Everyone's so happy.
    Little do you realise that when I'm legally allowed to act like a child, you shall all be in mortal danger.

    Ha ha ha.

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