Through an Adult's eyes, Life's a game.
The news, the prose, they're one and the same.
A war claims lives,
People Die.
Its only a fight through an Adult's eyes.

Through an Adult's eyes, work is all.
The Jobs, the paperwork, each day is a wall.
Computers and books.
Little difference to us.
There reality checks.

Through an Adult's eyes, we will eventually die.
Apathy, and old age, their road invades.
A neverending path,
We can't run away.
All there is, is work and play.

Through an Adult's eyes, fall has arrived.
The sunlight, the moon, the fresh morning dew.
Each day brings, no surprise.
Each day is the same through,
This Adult's Eyes.

Chantelle Clark

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