I know a dealer, time.

offering you youth,

and seizing your childhood,

soon, there will be a new trade,

I will watch you holding that plate of wealth,

inevitably, repaying your youth,

and you will stand still,

claiming to be balanced,

in this lost deal of life.

time accused me,

wish you had a little more patience.

patience argued,

wish you had a little more time.

I found skills on the street,

oh there goes the luck, in a million dollar ride,

dear life, its not a complaint,

grateful, I found a hungry beggar, sleeping sound

but across the same road,

I see a soul, trenched in a fancy tuxedo,

popping pills,

for his best friend, anxiety.

still pondering,

have I not slept enough,

or are my dreams too immature.

waking up every morning, battling through the day,

to find that peaceful sleep again.

that question,

what do want to be when you grow up,

I found the answer now,

I want be a child, again.

Love, Masoom

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